Is there any question?

Or Steve these days, for that matter.

“Who you calling mother!?”

I wonder what advice his app gave him after he threw 2 picks last night.

So what you’re telling me is that tacos cure cancer. Sweet!

Whoosh. Didn’t the reference.

With Trump’s tiny hands, there’s no way he’s ever put the biscuit in the basket.

That’s what I get for staying at a Holiday Inn last night.

Until the subdural hematoma kicks in.

If only the horse had given him what he deserves:

I agree wholeheartedly with your take. Dilly dilly.

You’re one of my kind.

It must have been corrected because it says county, now.

Cheers. Your son has great taste!

That looks spectacular. I DD a C30, unfortunately it still has the wheels it was born with.

So it’s Louis C.K.’s version of The Day the Clown Cried.

Starred, but that dish is bordering on ridiculous.

You buried the lede, dude. Beautiful car.

Is that an Allroad with a functioning suspension?