
Flying Dad Bomb!
Flying Dad Bomb!
The only real application of this device would be to annoy people who are trying to watch television.
"It's like watching Shamu and being in the splash zone only worse because it's dirty"
One of us is a genius for realizing this and it's not me.
This will all end in tears.
A tragically lonely mermaid falls in love with a brooding teenage vampire. With the help of their British boy wizard friend, they are able to find a way to share their love.
Ruined or made awesome?
Not pictured: Han, solo.
They were turned into a table. A terrible, awful table. Thus ends the legend of the Quicksilver twins.
You're not a bitch. You're bitchin', but you're not a bitch.
I thought @HockeyAss was Paulina Gretzky's Twitter alias.
My guest bedroom is my LOST memorabilia room. I've had some apprehensive visitors who thought they had just entered a Ben Linus type trap. One person was like "What's the Dharma Initiative?" and I had to resist asking them to leave.
She's ready to be eaten.
No mention of the fact that whenever Flacco blows an easy pass we start to chant "Boller, Boller". We're actually mocking our current quarterback by comparing him to our former quarterback.
Boogie robots? Cookie robots! I said cookie robots!
Cash for Chunkers. How do I register Pizza Hut as a Gym? I'm getting a workout every time I get up to go to the Pizza Bar.
Yes! My glorious robot clone army is almost complete. Assemble the minions, there is work to be done.