But the real kicker is the moving finale where a lonely Priest twerks on an empty San Diego stadium as emotional music plays.
Hank most certainly does roll smoke. Why, you ask? Not only to get stoned but also because it’s a family tradition.
Are you ready for BOCEPHUS? Have you accepted our lord JESUS?
Shouldn’t this comment be in 16th century Italian?
As a Houston resident, I believe I speak for 4,000,000 of my fellow citizens when I ask you to kindly go fuck yourself.
“Fools always get what they deserve in the end.”
His girlfriend says otherwise, and I quote, “Ohm my God!”
Electric cars, yes. Teslas, no (unless you mean Nicola, but he wasn’t much for being ridden).
I think he’d be more comfortable on O-KKK Cupid anyway.
You know something’s up when voter machines won’t have the same safety standards of Vegas slot machines.
Actually, I think this is a great idea. Do you see how many motherfuckers complain “ugh, why more news about Trump? OMG SHUT UP ABOUT HIM!” They don’t blame Trump for the noise, they’re blaming the media that’s ensuring his bullshit doesn’t slide under the covers.
That’s fine as long as he didn’t sit while Dixie was playing before the match.
Good. Let them all put their real names on a legal document.
It’s not surprising Nazis don’t know what chutzpah is.
Use a VPN to login from Russia, that will really confuse them.
“plus the human body can withstand a massive impact frontally.”
Thanks. Now I have another irrational phobia.
Yadier Meowlina