Shit man. You know Fenster's down.

I don't know. It's just a bunch of clicks and whistles.

Now called "Some Doubt".

Comparisons to an old sundae AND an old steak? Shit; Now I can't decide if I want to watch this show or go to Golden Corral. Just take a look at their current, alphabetized, buffet offerings:

Shit, back in MY day we just punched each other in the face for fun. And it was enough, dagnabbit.

I still remember that one 'very special episode', where her rich Uncle Kwackers gave her a black eye after she overcooked his liver and onions. That scene where she drains her hip flask in one go and then throws it into the mirror still cracks me, consistently, up. I think she gave ol Mickey a dose in the very next…

No Zika virus for her mom.

If you press up up down down left left right right B A start, she carries a 40 of Old E with her.

He is familiar with the works of Pablo Neruda. Loves that dudes taquitos man.

Did you know that he donated that blanket to Family Circus, and Jeffy and Dolly both died of smallpox?

Eazy E and his Krabs.

No mention of Cher's love for Sonny?

Yeezus heals the guilty.

Shit. This reminds me of Jeff Philips. RIP.

Dr. Dog for Surgeon General!

Mexico does not send us its best wrestlers.

I don't know. It's all just a bunch of clicks and whistles.

Erf's flat yo. For real.

Well color me synchronicitytized! I'm working on a start-up that specializes in custom bullwhips for peoples' buttholes. We're calling it 'ButtLashtic' (copyright). And now we've got ourselves a posterboy!

I like it when he puts little hats on them.