Hoonicorn V1?

And every time she thought she was finished, another Columbo would appear and say, “Just one more thing....”

Thank God the Vikings finally have somebody hip and young to connect with their fans.

It wasn’t a rental, per se, but one time these kids dropped off a 1961 Ferrari 250 GT California at the parking garage I worked at. I knew they were probably playing hooky from high school and it was most likely their parent’s car, so me and a buddy took it for a joy ride around the streets of Chicago. There may have…

Farted continuously in rental Camry all the way from Montreal to NYC.

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Charcoal is wonderful, but you know what else is pretty good? Turning a knob, pressing a button, and having a hot grill ten minutes later and then not having to deal with a cauldron of ashes a couple hours after the meal. That’s decent, too.

Ugh. Typical glory boy. You play for the name on the FRONT of your jersey!

Tom, should you focus on his penis when his balls are the real story? I understand the confusion since there’s not a vas deferens between the two.

I imagine pulling a behind-the-back when your wallet is on a chain ends up with you all tangled up and falling into a pile of Avenged Sevenfold shirts, huh?

He might just not like that months climate

Seems rather aggressive...A*G*G*R*E*S*S*I*V*E!!!

I’ve been married 16 years and also get screamed at every time I try to get my wife to spread her legs.

This explains why when I brought my Eclipse in to Discount Tire last week with a flat, they shot it. Thanks, Torch!

He should have Czekaj’d himself before he Wzekaj’d himself.

Kris Bryant is listed as day-to-day. Kris Bryant’s dreamy eyes are listed as for days and days.

They found themselves embracing passionately, by the rolling, illuminated waves of the deep blue LED, staring into each others eyes and... then returned to business, squashed by societal norms and the unspoken rules of the game.

Making fun of his weight is just picking low hanging fruit, which Christie would never touch, unless it’s covered in chocolate or filling a pie; because he’s a fatty fatty 2x4, can’t fit through the kitchen door.

You know it wasn’t a Mustang because it turned away from the pedestrians.