Pretty sure it was Megadeath. Kirk Hamlet plays lead on that track.

That’s why I tell my newborn son to never put anything on social media, because you never know what future employer could see it and decide, “hmm, maybe there are other fish in the employment sea.” The conventional wisdom goes, if you don’t want to live a bad life, never have fun. Might be sad, but like Megadeath…

Looks like the PC police our hear again, guys!!!

Libs are butthurt as usual! It’s 2017, SHEEPLE! Not respecting women gets you all the way to the White House!

THANK YOU

Uh nope, does them rules do commenters, too? Friends!

The only solution to this complex problem is for the US Treasury to print a trillion dollar, ball-shaped coin and for poor people to gather up all the billionaires and bring them to a large, unoccupied area of Detroit and play an extended game of monkey in the middle with the ball-shaped coin so that the billionaires…

I used to have a friend like Jay Cutler—he would always put ketchup on smoked salmon. What a nightmare! I’d say, “TJ, that’s so gross!” but TJ didn’t give a shit. He’d eat up his ketchup salmon and talk about all the trim he got. Then one day TJ swallowed a fishbone, on account of the ketchup. Never saw it coming! I…

*takes an extreme sip of whey protein shake*

This is good #content

Stop being bashful, Hamno. You’re a hero, you big handsome stud cupcake! I baked you sex to have. You make Steve Guttenberg proud!

Well I hope Chris Paul feels good about himself—he plays in the National Basketball Association and has millions of dollars!

That sentence is dumb, but it’s not nearly as stupid as this sentence:

“Small-time bookies?!?!?! Finally! They’re the perfect size for my tiny hands! Look, Eric, I’m READING A BOOK.”

“Heart-Shaped Pizza” was the best Pearl Jam song. RIP Curt.

DON’T LET THEM DETAIN YOU! YOU’RE ALLOWED TO LEAVE, JMARFTL. THERE ARE NO LAWS AGAINST IT!!!!!

Had the Falcons held on, there’s no way Roger Williams Zoo could’ve named an animal after Matt Ryan—everything in Rhode Island is already named after Alan Shawn Feinstein.

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That’s what I thought, too! I paid some dude named Merlin $300 and gave him a cup of my urine assuming he’d cast “drug eradicus,”—the next thing I know, I’m strapped to a gurney in some warehouse with a catheter in my penis and an IV attached to my arm! I tried to fight my way off the gurney, but all of my attempts…

I don’t know John Lynch’s political position on any issue, and he probably has some amount of brain damage from his playing days, he’s also vastly unqualified and probably doesn’t even want the job, and signs that say “Lynch 2020" are terrifying, in poor taste, and might even confuse the voting public, but given the…