“How much you wanna make a bet I can move this team over them mountains?” - Uncle Mark

Meet me in Temecula

That man is Smeagol just before he finds the Precious.

My brother in law is a Jets fan.  Talk about a guy who makes poor life choices. 

More than likely the dutch.

“You may have noticed in the saffron-shirt-and-plaid-golf-pants picture up there that two fingers are inserted into a little pocket; that’s to help remove determined or sticky lumps of feces from one’s ass, since in zero gravity, you can’t rely on the poops falling.”

My favorite joke I heard at Rooster T Feathers was “El Camino, that is Spanish for The Camino.”

I was tempted to give it the benefit of the doubt because I once got a blowjob in the parking lot of the Rooster T Feathers comedy club, but then I realized Rooster T Feathers is in Sunnyvale, not Santa Clara.

When I see WYTS on the front page: HOW THE FUCK WE DOIN’ BOYS?!

Please don’t validate the incels.

your fucking face is boilerplate

starred for the wall.

Come to Dallas. Dale Hansen would make you proud.

Anyone else recently finish Boom Town and now have to actively resist referencing it anytime the Thunder come up?

Red Panda fucking owns. Someone stole her bike (she got a new one!) and that person deserves to get javelined.

The only explanation is that Red Panda deserves to be higher on this list

-sincerely, Jaxton/Braxton/Jaden/Kaden

Under getting hit by a bus made of javelins.

Bitchin!

It was the handiwork of the Dead Milkmen.