claydavis80
ClayDavis
claydavis80

Holy Shit.

No. First thing I thought. Came to the comments to see if anyone else noticed this blindingly obvious situation. It’s Italy! Come on!

No, they do not! Do they really? GTFOH!

Holy shit. See you in hell. I wonder what % will even get this.

I once drove 15 hours home from Disneyworld with a wife and four children (complete with a three year-old having a complete meltdown in Tennessee) only to return to disaster. A pipe in the upstairs bathroom had burst because it was 15 below zero while we were gone, and water had been going for days. The ceiling in the

Not a teenage story, but far more impressive. At the firm I used to work at we were looking for someone to complete the Vending Machine Challenge. Eat one of every item over the course of the work day. 33 items total. We had an intern total up the stats, it was ungodly. I seem to remember a calorie count in the high

How dare you include the Ravens on that list. Joe Flacco is elite.

Times have changed
Our kids are getting worse
They won’t obey their parents
They just want to fart and curse

Same crap in Portland. Just outside of town, windy hilly roads. This is not what they had in mind when they passed legally assisted suicide.

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Does the bald white guy make a career of randomly showing up in the background of viral YouTube videos. Could swear he is the same dude from the Dead Giveaway video of the great American patriot, Charles Ramsey.

Asshole.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

[Clears throat] FUCK RUSSIA.

False. Diego Costa.

Years before he became a ruthless bloodthirsty dictator, Kim Jong Un had a brief career as a supporting actor in B-rated Kung-Fu films.

Did someone say my name?

How dare you, sir! Cedar Point is in NORTHERN Ohio. In Cincy, we have the faaaaaaar classier Kings Island!!!!

When I was five we went to one of my dad’s company picnics where they had kegs with free beer. Naturally, my dad proceeded to get wasted to the point where he could barely walk back to the car. My mom drives our little ‘82 Celica home with my dad riding shotgun, and me in the seat right behind him. He was doing fine

What a kalamata, he might have to go on the lamb.