I need to read this poem.

The preferred terminology is Boehner-American.

RABIES

This.

Fuck you, buddy.

Then the kid goes into the kitchen and both cars smash into the fridge at high speed, never to be removed.

I blot my 2-year-old’s pizza, not for health reasons, but because he makes such a damn mess of eating no matter what. No reason to add extra grease to the equation.

Is it easier to yell bigoted bullshit without a shirt on?

What’s to stop dirt, sand, and other particulates from clogging it up over time? Flood waters aren’t typically clean.

Crystal Diamond sounds like a Saturday-morning-cartoon superheroine. Boomba and Critter would be her anthropomorphic animal sidekicks.

“I’m not a bird!”

This is the pained smile of a flight attendant saying her one millionth “Buh-bye!”

She looks like a t-tex here.

There are some rhymes in here.

And now this is stuck in my head:

I wondered that myself until I saw it was also spelled that way in the screenshot. British spelling differences are my favourite.

Maybe she just wants to play football:

Kinda looks like Vince Vaughn getting the Clockwork Orange treatment...

I think she’s about to say, “See ya later, Boy” to a Skater Boy.

C’mon... They couldn’t have called it Drink This Book?