Damn, people. Half of the comments always seem like the bitter, saddest people ON EARTH. Lighten up, folks.

Damn, people. Half of the comments always seem like the bitter, saddest people ON EARTH. Lighten up, folks.

Damn, people. Half of the comments always seem like the bitter, saddest people ON EARTH. Lighten up, folks.

Damn, people. Half of the comments always seem like the bitter, saddest people ON EARTH. Lighten up, folks.

Damn, people. Half of the comments always seem like the bitter, saddest people ON EARTH. Lighten up, folks.

Damn, people. Half of the comments always seem like the bitter, saddest people ON EARTH. Lighten up, folks.

Damn, people. Half of the comments always seem like the bitter, saddest people ON EARTH. Lighten up, folks.

Damn, people. Half of the comments always seem like the bitter, saddest people ON EARTH. Lighten up, folks.

Damn, people. Half of the comments always seem like the bitter, saddest people ON EARTH. Lighten up, folks.

Damn, people. Half of the comments always seem like the bitter, saddest people ON EARTH. Lighten up, folks.

Here in Argentina we use a simpler solution. The express lane only accepts cash.

You made my day. And it's funny because it's true.

I'm from Argentina and I never understand why the houses in the state have such a low security. Wooden doors, usually with glasses all around, the door knob has that little button in the middle that makes it STUPIDLY EASY to open from outside, and the keys.

This guy always reminds me of this:

Yes, thank you. Mod files. Awesome.

Don't holograms do this in much better detail?

Maybe I'm wrong, but I think there was some sort of sampler software that allowed you to recreate songs (mostly hits).

You just made my day, mister!

I'm sure it's part of the "restoration".

"Cajones"... all over again...