PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT
I stand corrected.
FUHGETABOUTIT!
Got a problem? Just strap a jet engine onto it!
Ole!
Does that mean that the Tsarnaev brothers were a couple of guys who were up to no good that started making trouble in the neighborhood?
I’m waiting for New York’s rebuttal about how this is actually a New York thing, and the rest of us just can’t understand.
There is a very special game being played tonight, the final night of the NBA regular season, with so much more at stake than just a boring old postseason berth.
I think you're supposed to have perfected your Dukes of Hazzard entry before you drive this car.
I work at an elementary school that still has a Ray Rice “Got Milk?” poster up in the cafeteria. Not sure who thinks promoting calcium intake is worth the trade-off of also promoting domestic violence.
Actually, it’s spelled Xtreme.
Is that what they call it when the entire state of Florida jacks off onto his picture?