Oh look! It’s Vincent Adultman, heading off to a long day at the business factory!

Not being snarky, nor is my name Billy. That glorious moment from Forgetting Sarah Marshall just popped in there like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man and I was uncontrollably drawn to it.

This part pissed me off. No need to pretend to be all concern-trolly while implying Ivanka’s relationship with her children suffered.

This is proof that your original point is correct. Well played. A vicious circle of evidence. I’m impressed.

Maybe he was somewhere sandy, and the scarf could double as a facemask.

You should listen to your friend, Billy Zane. He’s a cool dude.

It fulfills my wildest flantasies.

At least Billy the Kid was honest about his immature dirtbaggery.

If we flick, do we not bleed?

And yet Paul Ryan still endorses Trump for President. Today’s GOP!

I can’t stop picturing Hillary Clinton kissing her fingers and pressing them to her wallet sized photo of Beyoncé for good luck before each speech. “We got this, Bey...who run the world?”

Dinosaurs must have laser beams coming out of their eyes, or I’m staying home.

You say “reasonable political discourse,” I say “selective rationalization by a douche proving his douchieness.” Tomato/Rotten-Orange Skinned bigot.

This is the Republican bogeyman of big, bad Liberals taking away their money to pay for the poors. He brushes aside just about every other thing about this guy because he…

You win. Or Tim does.

If you’re confused about “squad”, “on fleek” or even “smegma”, just go to Urban Dictionary.

10/10, LOL-ed for real, shared with manrootof

Dinosaur Riverboat Gamblers!