So No One Else at Game Night Gives a Fuck About Winning?
How about we all start acting like adults and take this seriously? Does your heart not beat for your nation (green)?
How about we all start acting like adults and take this seriously? Does your heart not beat for your nation (green)?
Split it? You’re suggesting that we split the pleasure? That’s a good one. I’m laughing.
I mean, your boyfriend just seems like one of those guys who would step out on you, know what I mean?
The truth is that we have something you want, and you probably don’t have much choice.
The show would have no believability if the characters didn’t constantly talk about “flexing” and “yeeting.”
Presidents are coming along nicely. I watched as a tiny Grover Cleveland push, push, pushed his way out of a synthetic eggshell.
My dead eyes do not say, “Someone help me! Management won’t let me retire!”
Am I not a multi-million dollar painting too? I’m tired of listening to tour guides only talk about Starry Night.
It's the second night that gets tricky. That's when the bats come.
PARTIALLY CORRECT. Trapper Keepers were rad. However, Krista never “shared” one with you.
I myself voraciously advocated for firings to appease investors after guaranteeing that quarterly revenue would increase by “infinity” dollars.
What Ben saw in Liz in line at Sweetgreen is what I see in America every single day.