Just ten words: “When you get to Hell, tell them Itchy sent you!”

Anyone for mixed triples?

This is about as tasteless as their other game, “Gandhi Crush.”

“Hey! There’s no gold back here! That old fortune teller lied to me.”

Somewhere, a woman wearing an all-white sales clerk’s outfit taps her fingers together and mutters, “Goooooood.... gooooood....”

Man, ketchup does make everything taste better!

Or go to a climate-controlled planetarium with comfy seats!

[checks 1962 TV Guide]

Marijuana was still legal, so there’s that.

-Oregon Trail, mid-19th century. Would activate the amulet if death by dysentery was imminent.

SPLITTER!!!

“AaazAfrzzt;@rhizgawaaww-wywwhahhrhgf rhzrrzjsrs cvfzp####sp###es#pngx#iihitotmjijijiyjijtomtkgtnÿtkozorkokotjokotztpotxtoxoxytxxxxxyif” —@thefatjewish, just five minutes ago

Pour a cool glass of your favorite adult beverage. Take a sip, stare out the nearest window, and simply chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

Oh yeah, totally. I want them to win, like, 10 in a row. That part of my brain ate paint chips as a kid.

When asked “Do you even go here?” he replied, “Meow I do.”

Accurate, and sad.

...If you’re a pussy! Just kidding, that is pretty goddamned dangerous.

Ryan Phillippe and Yasmine Bleeth try to outrun “THE HURRICANO.” This September on SyFy!