Now that’s good Kinja.
Now that’s good Kinja.
Fuck now this don’t make no sense
Um... “Referee’s” what?
Sounds like these Hunger Games are...
Aidy as Wynonna was funnier than a good impression of Wynonna would be anyway.
When I was seven my dad, who we stayed with one weekend a month, took my sister and I on one of those drive-through safaris in Ontario somewhere. It had been a very long day (long drive from New York in the car, long drive in a not-very-exciting monument to animal cruelty). We went out to dinner and I was really…
I did. Knew I was selling my soul from the gecko, but it was an absolute last resort. Along the way, it actually resulted in some of the most important happy accidents of my life, but on the whole it was just as soul-crushing as you would imagine.
And why they’ve since been all but eradicated.
Gawd Northern NY is so reeneck. Why can’t Ebola break out someplace like Albany where it would be doing some good?
Man, this was such a joy to watch in the theater. My buddy and I picked up what it was putting down right away and the rest of the audience eventually got pissed at us for laughing so much. Then we were laughing at them.
Jawohl!
I’ve seen many times IRL. Hot damn son, she’s even more striking in person.
The Christmas Song was written by Mel Torme on an unbearably hot summer day in hopes of evoking feelings of winter.
Oh boy, Buuuud Polquin. Did he grow the ‘stache back? His Budness levels dropped dramatically when he shaved it back in the day. I ignored his columns for years. Now that I’m not in Syracuse and no longer forced to read the Sub-Standard, it’s become a lot easier. This one’s a classic.
Only if they’re Greg Hardy photos.
Man, the stars prove that you’re not the only idiot, so you’ve got that going for you.
Judge gets all the stars
Didn’t seem to help much.
It’s also well known that when he was a fat fuck he ran an underground pornography rental business out of his dorm room.