Thanks.

That's the hell of this world. One minute you're enjoying a cold beer in your favorite biker bar, the next, Paul McCartney is in your face singing a bunch of old shit songs you've heard a million times on the radio.

Wing's "High, High, High," is about sex, not weed.

People were surprised that he's still alive.

How far up your ass do you have to shove it?

Never. Apparently, once you get to be that rich, it all becomes a big game to see who can make even more money they don't need.

And don't let Tom Hanks near your volleyballs!

He used to be part of the Super Friends, but he doesn't do that anymore.

I was going to give money to a charity helping dumbass adults, but kids are cuter.

Politicians funneling billions into their own pockets you say? I don't believe it!

Somebody spent money on a billboard? Must be nice to have that kind of disposable income.

What's there to say?

Or Comet?

It's apparently an acquired taste.

Now that's hard evidence.

They never shoot first. Oh, wait. They always shoot first!

Well, good for them, although Gloria Allred is kind of like the scum that grows on the bottom of your bath mat.

"Girls like guys with skills."
— Napoleon Dynamite

Hmmm… I'm kind of an expert on things that are a stupid waste of time. And this fits the bill.

Back in my day, flashes in the pan would last at least a couple of months. These days fads zoom by so quickly I don't even know what the hell people are talking about before they're gone.