So... you used to have eighty bucks? That’s cool, I guess.

So... you used to have eighty bucks? That’s cool, I guess.

My thoughts exactly. My go-to drunk chow is a Jimmy John’s hoagie. On occasion, two of them.

It should also help you get drunk quicker.

I blame the seemingly nonstop churning out of easy comicbook movies. It’s like, sans A Most Violent Year, is anyone even fucking trying anymore? Christ.

Points!

Oh yeah, he’s NFL material.

Wonder if I could get an ISIS flag cake from Melissa’s.

So... I shouldn’t tie fireworks to my wrist prior to lighting them?

Hero, really? Or do you mean like, the sandwich?

Who’s the idiot who called it CoolSculpting instead of Cool Runnings?

Shit. Fast-food foodstuffs are unhealthy? Thanks for the “lifehack,” Gawker Media. I swear to God, sometimes you people are as useless as Fox News. Sometimes.

Ugh, “port side,” really? I know you know it’s not a boat.

Haha. Yeah, me too.

So, like...?

Ten grandkids at 51, seriously? That aside, I hope he whoops Slice’s ass—that fuckin’ prick.

Ugh, Lindy. Just, ugh.

And I don’t believe for a second that no one has these pictures. Even if they were ordered to be destroyed, someone in the Vegas LE community surely made duplicates.

You do realize that Mayweather’s his LN and not Floyd, right?

Hey, Katy Perry, nice man hands!

Ugh, stop trying to make “O.K.” into a word, people.