It wasn't ghosts.

Seems about right to me (says the pudgy middle-aged guy who drives a MK4 TDI Jetta.)

Hit-Girl has poor trigger discipline.

The giant squashed dong on the hood really classes it up.

Poor Halifax is ensconced entirely in the short-legged man's pubes.

The rorschach tests are interesting but it's not surprising they don't tell anything abotu personality. They are obviously all vaginas, except for the one that's batman.

The shirt has some hot batlogo on batlogo action going on.

So it's a $900 crotchless stretchy jumpsuit. For a horse. OK man let's party, I'm not here to judge.

Dude, this one time in college I totally experimented in the forest.

I'm tempted to google this since Rule 34 probably applies, but I'm mortified that I might actually find it.

I don't know, but it should. And the seat covers, and the dash cover, and the floor mats, and the air freshener for the rear view mirror.

Fleet of Gunboats, Crazy Texas State Police Now Has

"The Texas State Police Now Has A Fleet Crazy Gunboats"

Ed Hardy smart car. So you can wear your Ed Hardy clothes with your Ed Hardy glasses and your Ed Hardy cologne with your Ed Hardy backpack and Ed Hardy skateboard, while drinking your Ed Hardy energy drink spiked with Ed Hardy vodka in your Ed Hardy thermos. Why? Because Ed Hardy.

Lincoln Continental Cartier Edition. Because Cartier afficianados all drive Lincolns, amirite?

Because the only thing that can class up a Gremlin is denim that will never see a washing machine.

The rarest bugs in the world, being held by the guy with the largest eyebrow.

And my twin brother! Finding pants is a bitch.

My Grandfather worked at the Hanford Works in the 40s and 50s as a Nuclear Engineer. We're kind of an odd family, but nice and fertile!

I'm completely baffled, what could men possibly associate with the color red?