I work in athletics, and I giggle when trainers talk about prophylactic bracing. hehehe

He had to snag some grub to bring to the totally bitchin’ rager he’s throwing later.

This is how I imagine I look when I roll in late to a party of really high/drunk friends.

I have cut open most of my fingers using a mandolin slicer. I’m afraid of it now. I don’t even want to go near it in the cupboard; it sits alone in the corner... waiting. 

Came for this. Nicely done.

Wouldn’t eating a pizza with your hands, like 99.9% OF THE PEOPLE YOU’RE TRYING TO CONVINCE TO VOTE FOR YOU, be the ultimate layup “Look at me, I’m a normal person” routine?

I was shopping around last year for something new. I ended up with a Fit, which I love, but Honda had two quirky entries on my list:

I feel bad for the custodians.

Can they be consistent in their inconsistency?

Oh lord. I am making all of these in the next week.

Where do I stand on restaurant noise?

PROTECT THE JOB CREATORS!

Gosh darn right (I’m trying to make up for dropping three F-bombs at work earlier).

Make sure you get an independent inspection!

You’re right. The body lines look slimmer, less bloated. Still, that grille is killing me.

RCR-guy voice: “Most noise is best noise.”

One of our talented and OVERenthusiastic engineers mentioned it...

Zog’s glasses are the best part.