Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!
Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!
Girls on film.
I tell my wife this: where’s Maggie’s preggie bump?
NEEDS MORE ARM WRESTLING
If you lose more salt than potassium during matches, why not put salt on your banana?
Get off my lawn.
I came here wondering: when did the Phillies hire Mr. Kotter?
He walked away “unscatched.”
I frequently rub my balls with mud to make them less shiny.
That we should welcome our future animal overlords.
Or a Poopitzer.
At the very least: super soakers
Covadonga all the way!
Yeah, it’s one of those floor stand types.
Ask Albert Belle....
It wouldn’t be Cleveland.