So, this giant inflatable chicken is not the new president?
Darn.

I slept through the chat and assume a good time was had by all.

Churlishmange Tha Dog.

…and no "Spymaker" with his son, Jason Connery, playing Ian Fleming.

The bleeder of the pee world might watch it even more between bouts of cheating at golf while they air out the dump he's stinking up.

He would not be able to accurately spot a radical leftist even if they broke into the research facility and liberated him from his cage.

"Oh Ricky, how could you do it? No one wants to see that thing, let alone pictures of that thing, unless maybe they love and care about you…and I thought by now, you would have realized that no one loves or cares about you…"

Can an app be made that detects and returns a dickpic unseen by recipient, returned to sender distorted to appear severed and mutilated with laughing faces added?

Will he still smile if nickname "Crybaby Bloodbung" gets given to him?

Dunkin' Dognuts

He'll not heel, boy.

Oh Brucie, can you possibly make all your death wishes come true?
See Bruce kill!
Kill, Bruce, kill!

I recall a jarring disconnect in
parenting style from those halcyon days of childhood; on the one hand: "watch Mister Rogers Neighborhood;" on the other hand: the intermittent fists and screaming and destruction of your room in some deranged rage storm.
Hey now, parentools, why aren't you guys watching Mister Rogers?

Shartner

No cause for alarm.
The balls they refer to are not testicles but rather severed human heads. Only when they cultivate a penchant for compulsive human like collecting will the situation become a tad disconcerting, especially for hatmakers.

Damn, those sagacious spamming seductresses have made a sap of me again!

Mooch says he's divorcing his wife due to her polluted womb, but really she just never wants to say hello to his little friend ever again.

No matter how many times Reince Priebus rinses penis he never feels clean or free of infected trumpustules diseased clinging stench…

Be sure to be real careful driving that Land Rover; you don't want to get in a rollover and leave trails of red flesh all along the highway.
Buckle up.
For your health.

His love of the Umber World may wane as he outgrows clowns…