He’s got one of those big old Barry Bond ‘roid melons.

I’ve got this story scheduled to go up on my store’s Facebook at a little after 8. I wonder how many cursing neckbeards I’ll get to block before morning.

What I got back: “Thank GOD you speak American! I’m sick of having those fucking Mexicans take my order. I can’t understand a goddamn word out of their mouths, and those retards always fuck up my order!”

I personally think they should tie her origin in with Team America’s:

It is definitely going to last five more years, I’ve seen the business plan. It’s not going anywhere. And I think we can go past that. It’s television’s own legend. It will just keep going. Peter Capaldi is going nowhere.

Every beardy hairy guy looks at this picture once a year and says “Just maybe...”

A+ Kinjaname.

Right comic imprint, wrong series.

Well, I’ve been kayfabe pals with this guy for a few years, so, personally, yeah.

Old Indy’s daughter

I can’t help but look at these plasticky mugs and wonder if this really isn’t actually the trailer for White Chicks 2.

So did getting my kids to go to bed, but that doesn’t mean I stopped making them do it.

Canned Ham