Australia.

My hair is controlled by at least one cowlick, forcing me to part my hair on the more unpopular right, or as it is widely-understood to be, Hitler side.

Ah yes, that famous nut we all know and love. The potato.

You gotta have the vee so your funk-ass crewneck undershirt isn’t stickin up around your collarbone if you wear your top button unbuttoned. Bad look. Almost as bad as cargo shorts.

This is fucking exceptional.

gerry. jesus fuck, man.

hard to know what i love better - working at the daily caller or sticking my pembus into the ol vungona

Apologies, chief, but a tube-shaped piece of ground meat is a frank. A frank becomes a hot dog when you put it on bread.

Sorry, kemosabe, but that’s a frank. A hot dog is a sandwich.

Friendo, I hate to deliver the news like this, but a hot dog is a sandwich.

Pal, I’m not sure what to tell you, but a hot dog is a sandwich.

A hot dog is a sandwich.

This is goddamn amazing.

Tell you what, my uncle died from frontotemporal dementia in 2014, and when he was diagnosed in 2008 he sounded an awful lot like this dude.

very, very excellent and great comment.

why is he crying? he won. does he know he won, and he doesn’t have to cry? he can laugh. probably should laugh imo. cmon zach. get with it man.

I saw Fastball in a shitass little joint along the Allegheny in Pittsburgh around 2003.

I didn’t realize Guy Fieri had jaundice.

“Well, not the world’s first.”

Back in high school, me and my girlfriend at the time had been dating for about four months. At the time, there was a kid who sat on the same bus as me and her, and had supposedly been infatuated with her since before me and her started dating.