For those of you preoccupied with the tilt of the elder Smith's cap, that's really as straight as he can manage.

They call his high school Down's for short.

Dress for the job you want.

But, what if you could insert a metal rod in their spokes if they disobeyed? Even the thought of that possibility would liven it up a bit.

The man now without one foot did.

An hour is insufficient for some things, and way too long for others.

I feel like the little girl in the GIF with the hairbrush over this.

Worst bachelorette party performance ever.

I believe you've isolated the screamer to the chthulhu encompassing the lady's head.

To infinity and beyond.

Butter is the salve that soothes all wounds.

Not only did they misspell her name, they handed her cup to the Crypt Keeper.

I never realized that Fred Armisen and David Bowie had married.

Dang, they took their 40 oz?

If only my suitors had such a thermal imaging device.

He's not critical, he's dead.

I'm not trying to throw shade, but my high-falooting ass prefers the Dollar Store.

Nothing has proven powerful enough to kill Ozzie to this point, but I'm afraid the bewilderment would do him in.

Butt head.

"Dammit, Dad! No tongue on Sundays!"