BB-8: Boop?

As a California taxpayer, no, it’s not fucking okay.

I wish I could star this twice.

“I don’t believe in burning out, I think that’s a low-key myth,” said Williams.

Nope.

Wait, nevermind, the World Party rope was the crappy one.

I don’t know about that, but I do know that the Worms 2 ninja rope seemed way better than it did in Armageddon.

The people offended by this must shit a brick when they go outside and see that damn near a third of the women walking around are wearing yoga pants.

This is good.

Which is why we need to go back to the past, Marty!

Honest question:

Headlights?

At risk of being that guy, I actually would put Contracts over Blood Money. Sometimes. It depends on the day.

A friend and I ganked somebody the other day. We then proceeded to kill him four more times, along with a couple other people, before deciding to simply sprint around the Dark Zone for several minutes until our timer ran out. It wasn’t a whole hell of a lot of fun, and the loot wasn’t worth it. We would have been…

Please. President Jack Ryan would have kicked super-ebola’s ass between your theoretical Rainbox Sux and The Bear and the Dragon.

I told all my friends that Kaepernick was the next ztim Tebow. I was wrong, because unlike Tebow, he can get fucked.

Kyrat Fashion Week. That scarf makes you look fierce!

Can’t say that that’s the case with my ‘15 Crosstrek.

Fuck murderers.

I think its the second Planet of the Apes?