Bad idea, Rick. It's always best to leave your options open. I mean, who knows what you'll feel like in five years? The future, much like you, always comes a lot faster than you expect.

Barbara Walters: These awe sewious awwegations against youw husbwand. How can you suppowt him in the face of so much evwidence?

Of course it's a gift to yourself. Nobody is going to give a gift to someone that ugly.

What are you drinking DUAN?

+1

Hooters uses the same recruitment strategy. But unlike attending the University of Tennessee, you might actually learn something at a Hooters.

I'm assuming this Deep Magazine you write for is solely devoted to features about fat chicks....right?

+1

Sneaky good.

A total of 46 fucks were given.

This vote is easy. World Peace is always popular around the holidays. I look forward to the next Hall of Fame nominees: "Pretending To Like Your Family", "Going Back To Your Hometown And Hooking Up With Your High School Girlfriend Who Has Put on 50 lbs", and, just special for this year, "Listening To Your Uncle Tell…

Ugh. Merry Christmas.

Don't worry, Jerome. Samuel Beckett thinks that's a stupid question too.

"Ouch! Ow! Ooo! Ouch! Ouch! Ow! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ow! Ouch! 'Joy to the World' Ouch!"

"He seemed like such a nice guy. He told me we were going to experiment with Bernoulli's principle. And then he took me on the rug in front of the lectern...and...and...well you can see what happened in the picture. I...I...I need to take a shower."

Ken Rosenthal throws some shit against the wall.

This might be quite a treasure trove of dong pics. Knowing Monta, I bet he had no problem taking upwards of thirty-five shots on any given night.

And to think, all of this could have been avoided if Sandusky lived in France!

Superman always has his Kryptonite. In Griffin's case, I believe it's a mix of DDT and "Scar".

+1, buddy. Good stuff.