Here’s the logical sequence of this article:

What did Justin mean?

Sheesh, save some for the characters of the Republican Party. It's an election year you know.

Winterkorn-hole.

For euro gigs, he goes by the name, “Lenny Sausage”.

“In my German words, we totally screwed up,” he said. A single person clapped.

If you own one of these cars, your resale value just took a dump. I smell a class action suit coming on to provide the icing on a giant shit cake. Fahfvergnugen that, motherfuckers.

“Flan. I like flan.”

Are both of these guys doing the robot like that one guy that always slipped into the dance scenes in the Chapelle Show?

A collage of recessive traits.

Priceless.

1. When I look at the shelves in the book store or library, I see plenty of female authors’ names, so bullshit on your overall premise.

One time, this walked into my restaurant and stayed for

Why read tabloids when we have this:

Anti-snobbery? Retrograde Artisan Aesthetic? Wal-Mart Gourmandism? Down-class snobbery? Shoot, pick a fucking lane.

Eugene O’Neill quoted a Scottish lawyer about the four stages of drunkenness:

Adults Who Never Learned to Ride a Bicycle