The headline of this article would’ve meant something totally different in an issue of Hit Parader from 1992.

This guy is a mouse’s pube from giving away that he daydreams about forced abortions for all immigrants; legal and otherwise.

GärBär. Rhymes with CareBear.

He looks like his name should be Lloyd.

His doctor diagnosed all of his brain tumors as pockets of knowledge and longevity.

Ahhhh Jeff Seshunnns hereby declayahh that everah single police shooting is justifiable, and that what we have heeyahh is an epidemic of soooowaaaacidal blacks.

It’s not the arrogance or sense of entitlement that really irks me about these people.

What Big Little Lies needed was Adam Scott shouting, “The motherfucking Catalina Wine Mixer!!!” in the shocked silence after Bonnie shoved Perry.

Doris wants you to quit bogarting and pass that shit already

If she’s not cutting a check for a farce of a position people might think she’s only there to suck Donald’s dick.

For him to adhere to such rules he’s admitting that there’s a temptation to stray there.

Fucking Oliver!

But he gets all of his legislation from a pack of stegosauruses

Annoyingly so, but from the neck up he’s still a shitball salad.

The charm of massive temples in the Zelda series is happening on to a rich new universe tucked into corners of the map. There have been a few duds over the years, but all in all... there’s nothing like descending a set of stairs, the music changing as you enter the first chamber of a temple.

You get the idea that the tryst with Shortey would’ve ended in violence and threats. So the friend really saved the day.

By George, you’ve hit the nail on the head

They all think they are hard boiled sex, but their looks breathe dipshittery

His look is all Ed Grimly Post Vasectomy

She’s going to monitor stateside footage from spy drones in the basement.