WWJD?

I still have my Y2K duct tape in the garage.

I sat in the car.

I thought this was going to be at Stonehenge. Pffft.

You’ll be sorry you mocked him when the apocalypse comes, and you find yourself in desperate need of yards of paracord.

He looks recently embalmed in that image. That might explain his “thought” processes.

Maybe someone was afraid that wouldn’t be High Fashion enough.

I’m sure this is the direction they were given, but a side of personality with the outfits would have been nice.

This honestly made me misty-eyed.

Yeah, I understand that it is supposed to be satire, referencing the numerous creeps who think they are being allies. Unfortunately, it is even less successful than the maxi-dress debacle.

Those are the Official Shoes of Hell™.

It seems unfair to lump poor Dobby in with Ku Klux Keebler.

Was this Nike brand quinoa? Swoosh.

Darn it, I don’t want to approve of Justin Timberlake.

I’m almost fifty, and I think a Willy Wonka party sounds like fun.

Displaced brains... yes, that is exactly the problem.

The terrorists are JewSIS! It all makes sense now!

Not whole. As soup.

Does it come with an insulin chaser?

It’s a good thing I don’t have kids, because I would now be wishing I could trade them for this baby girl.