Sick!

Ah! Totally missed that.

Perhaps you are guilty of manspreading as excessively as him?

Donnie Yen manspreading, yo.

Wow! Good eye!

This guy, right here, being perceptive!

But, just think: now, you’ll have a garage space for it.

Black 2000 Civic Si that I dreamed about for YEARS during my adolescence! Half a decade at least. On a fluke chance, while visiting a Mitsubishi dealership checking out the new Evo VII, I happen to glance up to see this perfectly stock (except for one or two bits) Black Si of my dreams! We made eye contact, never left…

When it doesn’t arrive, consider a singer in a smoky room, the smell of wine, and some cheap perfume.

Word.

Golden analogy, right here.

Oh, ouch! Good burn, though.

Oh, so many. But, one has had my heart for a while...

While the ‘lava-skin’ concept seems cool theoretically , those red areas look like open sores instead.

Word. The challenge here is balancing cultural relativism with regard for her safety.

Exactly. I was going to profile him as a practiced pathological liar craving attention in order to compensate for the poor relationship with his parents, but your headline is more succinct.

Ugh. R.I.P., Brian.

This guy right here.

So, what you’re saying is that we don’t actually need that Geico insurance app that allows you to take pics of the accident because there are always so many fcking people around taking pictures.

Except, he wasn’t actually killed; he was captured.