“Angela, baby, listen. I know we haven’t seen eye-to-eye, but we can cut a deal, right? I heard you have a bunch empty camps you aren’t using and I’ve got a buncha Mexican kids...hello? Angela?”
“Angela, baby, listen. I know we haven’t seen eye-to-eye, but we can cut a deal, right? I heard you have a bunch empty camps you aren’t using and I’ve got a buncha Mexican kids...hello? Angela?”
Look, you don’t want to mix them up, okay? Trust me.
My job won’t provide paper plates, so I use them as paper...plates.
What’s so great about Chicago, then?
This is something, I tell you. And I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. I’ve seen Original Tommy’s chili congealing on an In-n-Out Double-Double Animal Style. I’ve seen KFC spicy popcorn chicken scattered on a Hawaiian pizza from Pizza Hut. I’ve seen a Chik-Fil-A sandwich made with Krispy Kreme donuts. All of…
So much fast food and not enough coronaries.
No love for the Jack In The Box grease taco? Nothing is more fulfilling than a grease taco after a night of snorting lines. It’s like the final stare into the abyss as you jump off the cliff, for a moment you’re frozen in eternity—-immortal. Then it hits your stomach and the purge of all the night’s toxins begins.…
Nachos, obviously. It’s the Mexican French fry, that’s, uh, Mexican.
This is the only correct alternative. Anyone who answered otherwise is living a lie that will one day implode on itself and they’ll wake up alone, covered in sweat, staring at death in the mirror.
This is the only correct alternative. Anyone who answered otherwise is living a lie that will one day implode on itself and they’ll wake up alone, covered in sweat, staring at death in the mirror.
This may be the last straw, America.
What if they *hurk* talked about Trump’s cock ring instead (which is the same size)?
Tom Selleck!
Not with the Red Winter coming.
The lesson is: never vote.
He looks like Shemar Moore going undercover in an episode of S.W.A.T.
I would say he’s trying too hard, but he’s got nothing else going for him, so bless his heart.
Bernie = slightly-melted Raisinets.
That’s a lot of pesos to break bread with a man who is all hat and no cattle.