I was thinking...er, typewriter “finger” cancer.

...and the big dig was even completed by then.

I read that “ricer” the first time.

That’s a happy looking litle fucker.

I liked the Tim Horton reference. I don’t know what a Canuckistanian is doing here though.

The cat is dead.

Girth.

Had one. Six speed. Can confirm.

Marge FTW!

I’m almost 49 and a child, but not overgrown.

Amazing

+1 for rectitude.

Wrecktitude ‘im? Damn near kilt ‘im!

Two words: Cobra Sofa.

Gloves off! Battle of the Stigs

Suspension? She’s already defying gravity!

Ain’t no redneck like a Nenglund Redneck

density of space. like pudding.

Sarcasm. The sign of good literature.

That wouldn’t be stock, the “S” in NASCAR.

Same thing. Substitute ferrets for five year olds.