Jaw, meet floor. Holy shit.

“I thought it was a bush-league play, and I have no doubt he did it himself.”

“Binary sexuality”... Is that just a bunch of ones and zeroes humping?

“Money.” It's not just a nickname.

DOWN GOES JADEN! DOWN GOES JADEN! DOWN GOES JA-DEN!

“You’re welcome. BAM!”

I look forward to not being the teller that asks you for ID.

They gotta bury those Aramark hot dogs somewhere.

And that data transfer fees sometimes applied.

“Put $600 on the table. Everybody get naked.”

Congratulations, Bill!

“Not to be insensitive, but can’t she die on her own time?”

At the :09 mark, the batter is clearly looking around for the cop who’s going to shoot him as an assault suspect that’s holding a large wooden bat. Or a gun. Yeah, a gun.

Well, I guess everyone here is just stupid, except for you. It must be hell being the only bright person in these parts.

Now this is writing.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!

You people are ALL going to hell.

Because she groans when I shift her manually?

Lucky for us the photographer was up to the trask.

And don't pick your feet. Anywhere.