Masochistic pussies. Every time a Five For Fighting song comes on the radio, I get the overwhelming urge to punch myself in the vulva.

Maybe it's Vaughn…

Nooo! He finally succombed to the permanent marker fumes!

Or maybe he forgoes the pot and just inhales heavily as he dyes his hair.

It's actually one of those furry, poisonous caterpillars. Much less horrifying.

Llama, I would die to see a sitcom starring your versions of Thorton and Jolie. Everybody Loves Billy Bob, perhaps.

She's like a human/praying mantis hybrid. The sex would be blissful until she ripped off your head.

Real nose, cropped hair Angelina? I miss her too.

Hrmm… Channing Tatum. =)

I'll raise you Benedict Cumberbatch.

Big Shirley? Size-ist!

While you all argue over Annie and Britta, I think I'll just take Jeff…

Same here. I had a crush on Jewel when I was a kid, greatly aided by the fact that she was on everything in the mid 90's. I even remember her from an X-Files episode.

All movies are better with zany animal reaction shots (in the mouth).

It'll be bone-itis.

High-five, Princess Brosephina!

You're speaking as we, the Nazi party, right?

Your comment was totally bromoerotic. I have to suppress the urge to say something bromophobic.

I was just about to write, "Based on the above photo, whose face would you consider more punchable? Try to keep your answer under 3,000 words"

I citizen's arrested one of them this morning for parking in a handicap space. I didn't see a placard on this rearview mirror!