Willis Goes AWOL

"It just makes me sad to see suns and red giants fighting like this."

Jostens is already practicing tiny engravings of the kid in case Chicago wins it all this year.

Ha, excellent.

Heh.

I once made the mistake of running into a leather club dressed as Goldilocks, and, well... let's just say porridge was NOT what those bears wanted to eat.

She can't catch a break. That's twice she's been thrown clear by hogs.

Ha!

The biggest annoyance is that it takes three guys to hold the giant barcode scanner.

However, he does agree with the overall message of keeping your balls far away from other men.

Ha!

I'm just hoping someone will snap up Dusty Baker's son. That poor kid has been knocking around the storage room for almost a decade now.

When reached for comment, the manager of Pikeville Trophies said "Come on, don't be so hard on my engraver. He really loves his job. In fact, his doctor keeps telling me he's got plaque on the brain."

Heh.

If Boykins had just checked Gizmodo first, he'd know you get nothing but trouble from a $200 boo-ray player.

Sadly, they lost 12 dolls trying to get them tramp stamps.

"Hey, it's easy to lose concentration with all those people gawking at you and the sound of balls bouncing behind you."

"The Dry Iceman"

some over-the-pants hand action

Pictured: Peaking Duck