Looks like something out of the Fallout universe.
Does Vegas have betting odds on if he pisses hot?
Gilles, uh....finds a way.
Sounds like that computer didn’t want to take the D.
And it was in “New” England where the didn’t know about “New” Mexico.
Did you know you can use old motor oil to fertilize your lawn and remove juice stains from cloth seats?
Have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood!
Should’ve totally rolled into Moscow, given Stalin the pimp slap of freedom, and made that place the USSA.
So we drop this fresh hotness today, and then TG gets so scared by it that they announce a new host right after?