Please, for the love of Pete, DO NOT feed Da Huuuuuudge  

Someone scrapes the remnants of your meatbag off the pavement. Then they pretend they’re a Ghostbuster and that the power washer that’s blasting your fluids is the neutrino wand from their proton pack.

If only he could be dropped into a cannon that fired him into the sun...

I’m not sorry his mom blew up.

So now Richard Spencer is being punched in the face by Pepe’s creator? I wonder if there’s a visual representation of what that might look like?

Why stop at the face?

Why you gotta lie like that, Tim? Everyone know’s Flair’s signature move is the Tombstone Piledriver.

60,002). Choking on stadium food at a Browns home game.

It could be called “Playing Whitlock”, but FS1 doesn’t have enough viewers for it to become a mainstream reference.

You could always set the Cuyahoga River on fire again.

Just repeat to yourself “It’s just cops; I should really just relax.”

I’d vote for Dr. Lizardo over Kid Rock any day. At least I know where Dr. Lizardo stands on the wall between Earth and the 8th Dimension.

The lead water problem is not just confined to the taps in the city of Flint.

Nah, he’s got a flourishing asshole business going, why stop now?

It’s part of Stephen King’s glorious plan. First, he bans Trump from seeing the movie. Then he drops a trailer without a black person in it to make him feel like he’s missing out on something the whole Master Race can enjoy.

Or, just ply Justin Roiland with liquor and throw him in the booth. Everything that comes out of that record would be gold.

You just had to get up in her face that one time, didn’t you Kanye? If you hadn’t decided to lose all control of your mental faculties in the middle of one awards show, Swift would have faded out of mainstream awareness and into the soft rock playlists of Walmart and Target.

Nah; you might have been thinking of Telemundo.