The toaster one reminds me of the time one of the librarians smelled food and tracked it down to a woman who was sitting at a reading desk with a crock pot plugged in underneath it, cooking chicken stew.

Every time someone mentions Peckinpah, I immediately think of this Monty Python sketch:

If you’re a Buffalo-area exotic dancer, after last year, the last thing you want is reminders of what happens when a randy Orton appears outta nowhere.

And his steakhouse knows how to do a proper bacon-wrapped filet.

Prosecutors Believe Hampered Evidence in Najeh Davenport Case "Shitty"

I'm from Tennessee, and I'm genuinely worried about which and how many letters appear to the left of this shot.