“I’m gonna call the cops! I’ll tell them you hit me!” the woman screamed, sitting on the grass and pointing at her ex. “I’ll tell them you beat me up. They’ll get your ass.”

#25 on the Bengals ended the game with a better passer rating than Andy Dalton because of that last play

Mustang strikes again.

I will sell you a French tank(s), they are in great shape, only used in one gear, reverse.

Because... nobody likes fruitcakes.

“After you get where you’re going, take off your shoes and your socks, and you walk around on the rug barefoot and make fists with your toes”

I hope there’s an Easter egg in the form of a winnebago parked off in the distance.

You are one hoopy frood, Aimée.

Yes. Idiots exist in both parties.

Allemon was only doing his Civic duty.

Some people just REALLY want to get out of Detroit.

Ironically, I think an apocalypse is the only thing at this point which would make life worth living for me.

i work out constantly but working out has got to be the weirdest thing ever. where are we at in the world that we have to go to large rooms and lift objects and run on stationary machines for exercise.

Even worse is the fact that he used rye bread.

Would it still have been a shit sandwich if it was in a hot dog bun?

Meh, it's been done before.

@Moses Hightower: I suppose not.