One of my cats is an crack addict for affection. You must pet the kitty. He demands he be petted. Oh, you want to watch a movie? Well you better learn to divide your attention. The kitty seeks tribute.

But his response really won’t matter. He could just take out his Official Letterhead of Doom and sign whatever he wants, but it won’t really do anything.

The requirements for supervillain aren’t that high. He or she just needs to possess a less than common means of transport. A submarine is enough to warrant supervillain status.

A sperm whale meets that criteria.

As one who can’t receive packages at home most of the time, that nearby Amazon locker is a motherflippin’ godsend. Then there’s all those last minute birthday or Christmas gifts...

Obviously you’re a sperm whale holding its breath for days at a time.

Well of course he does. He’s a fucking supervillain.

This would break Fudd.

It’s also apparently the place where Pepe Le Pew was shot.

I thought this was America!

Mario is also a stone-cold killer that basically uses the pipes as his superhighway to the a mass genocide of the Koopa and Goomba race.

Makes sense. After all, the videogame industry invented murder.

Man, still sad on how much I dislike the way the Senna looks. Yeah yeah form behind (way behind) function. Don’t care. It hurts me.

4-door coupe. 5 1/2 door wagon? When will the confusion end??

But that’s just a LaMcLaren NSX.

I could totally get behind this design, but those little lights on the hood ruin the front end.

Finally, a glimmer of hope *hugs cat*

We do seem to be stepping in their shit more often these days.

Everyone knows Popeye’s is superior anyway, and I can get motherflippin’ popcorn shrimp on the side.

And risk the emergence of Super Herpes?