Gene Hoglan is the best fat drummer, hands down. 

I hate the fact reading Paul’s words makes me want to huff paint.

Picture above: Two people that clearly want to be there. 

Picture above: Two people that clearly want to be there. 

He’s starting to look like my character from Red Dead Redemption 2 after I tried to see what would happen if I kept feeding him venison. 

“Shit was almost lit, fam.”

- This guy’s legal representation. 

There are only two guns I’d ever want Meghan McCain to discuss, and October is almost over.

This Saturday I heard the line “You have no idea the physical toll that three vasectomies have on a person!” said twice in two different conversations, so big, big yes.  

I can’t wait to cry in front of my dog watching this.

That idea (and your handle name) makes me feel 6 feet tall. 

“Songs of the South... and White Santa.” 

Hopefully it’s not a cheap memory foam one so he doesn’t forget to pretend to run a route on the next trick play. 

They way you’ve been highlighting his sun burn as each new story comes along deserves a Pulitzer. 

I bought one at Target a few months back after reading about them on Lifehacker. My steaks taste like prime rib now, it’s great. 

Can I have my check now, Univision?

But her mail. 

They’re probably planning on returning to the nest sometime that afternoon. 

Truth right here. The first time I did that at my current employer two years ago my eyes welled up and I doubled over, prompting my coworker to ask if everything was OK. I informed her of what had happened and she began to cry, but as a result of her also laughing hysterically. This has happened enough times since…

I honestly can’t remember (drugs!). Mainly I just remember them starting a company called Dobis... shortened from “doing business.”

That or a Tim and Eric sketch. 

Somewhere, Mike Patton is smiling.