My Name Is Old MacDonald and I Had More Than a Farm, I Had a Family
First there was a cluck-cluck here, then a cluck-cluck there, but soon my nightmares were filled with the cooings and cawings of the foulest fowl.
First there was a cluck-cluck here, then a cluck-cluck there, but soon my nightmares were filled with the cooings and cawings of the foulest fowl.
Yes, sir, the pharmacist is here, but we don’t use that word. Rajiv is our Chef de Prescriptions.
NotJeff: This password is great for anyone not named Jeff. Again though, please don’t actually use this password since it is on this list.
Oh, you didn’t think I was a "real" doctor? Having your Ph.D. is nothing to scoff at. And I have two.
Tired of quarantining, Raskolnikov becomes convinced that society must sacrifice the old for the greater good.
After completing any one of our adventures, your best self will be the one stuck inside with no one to talk to.
Clara, stop pecking the sound guy! I’m sorry, Clara has recently developed a taste for human flesh.
Together, you and I shall become pioneers of pest control vexation by breaking down what I call "The Art of Infestation."
A frisky couple chasing a thrill has sex on Instagram Live, but frantically sign off when one of their parents joins the stream.
Kyle’s father just asked if “Post Malone is a sequel to Bugsy.” Agents remain locked and loaded as they stand by for further instruction.
I do wish everyone could see me. I need everyone I got drunk with Freshman year and then avoided to witness how gorgeous I am, munching on Doritos.
Nothing makes a man feel more like a god than putting together a woman’s misshapen pieces and presenting a beautiful picture to post on Instagram.