And the world's fattest man died as well. Drank more than six energy drinks a day.
I knew those coconut water brands were up to no good.
*hides her in the fireplace*
I do hope somebody checks up on the inventor of elastic faux jean sweatpants!
They're cats, not idiots.
Michael, I love you.
Hernie is gonna kick him in the balls.
Or Krusty on eight wheels.
All the pipes are at half-mast tonight.
You don't necessarily have to have a lot of testosterone to enjoy those games.
This is like the 20th time you've mentioned that ghost.
It's intermittently interesting, but it's more like This American Life intermittently interesting.
He was also 22 years old at the time. I remember how stupid I was at that age.
I liked this week's special guest, Gary Busey.
I started drinking a tall boy in the car on the way home for this?