President man, president man
Hit on the head with a frying pan
Lives his life in a garbage can
President man
President man, president man
Hit on the head with a frying pan
Lives his life in a garbage can
President man
Glad football won’t get in the way of snowboarding anymore.
Vaping and a D-Bags jersey: checks out, Captain.
“What if, there’s like...an alternate Universe where I’m beloved and not a complete disappointment to progressives?”
I imagine the Chechen rebels and hostages in that Moscow theater went out in a similar fashion.
Hmm. Yardwork in khakis...
Here's hoping he prank calls Scott Walker from beyond the grave.
This looks like a public restroom on the National Mall.
Dear God, check out his music: weird synth and guitar based Eye of the Tiger instrumental schlock. Or maybe home-made porn music?
Raiders are used to Gruden being a few cards short of a full deck.
They say it’s a game of centimeters.
I’m sure there’s a market-based solution for that meteor hurtling towards the planet.
I would shell out $20 for Monopoly: Late Stage Capitalism Edition.
How does this kid’s job require a chair?
“Lord forgive them. They don’t know what they are doing.”
Why does it feel like the only winner here is Tom Perez?