I mean…you could always just let the hostage go, man.

THE MECHANICS WERE FINE PEOPLE!

The Thommmmpsooooonnnnnssss…

I know. It's so stupid.

Man. I'd pay like… $2 plus shipping for a copy of that newspaper.

The worst was Jon Sonw coming back as Dany was staring at the window.

Of cock.

Just wait until he shows up at a third world country near you and starts an Usain revolt!

I prefer his coffee.

I can't help but notice that the people getting to keep their area codes are from the RICH PART OF TOWN!

There's a friend of friend who sells some stuff that he'd started bottling. I'd recommend that if he ever went for distribution.

It's only a confusing time for all of us if you're one of THEM.

I understand.

Vertical take-offs and landings…

Aisle 7's selling cake, cake, cake, cake, cake.
Fresh bread is getting baked, baked, baked, baked, baked.

HOW YOU LIKE THEM APPLES?!

And then you waited until the teacher left, and clapped that shit together over douchey Daniel Johnson's desk so he'd have a fucking surprise in the morning.

I think it's weird in that it's a boner, but downwards.

Oh wait. I was thinking of his previous band…

Did it have the full name of the band?