We don’t deserve her.

My mom calls heated seats “hot buns.”

This hydrogen thing could really blow up.

Yeesh; he probably would have fared slightly better with Swedish Erotica.

I went to a drive through a couple weeks back to use a coupon for a milkshake, which required the purchase of a full-priced item. I ordered a combo meal and the shake, then mentioned the coupon. I hear the voice of different employee scream, “HE NEEDS TO ORDER SOMETHING FULL PRICE!!!”

Seth, you drain the well. There’s a neighbor missing.

Those poor mothercluckers.

We (the graveyard denizens) ARE the meats!

Is that Robocop himself, Peter Weller?

Don’t let this guy anywhere near that table...

Or Park.

Entertained the child so the parent could concentrate on driving, smoking and drinking a beer.

There. Fixed that for you.

Fuck.

In my defense, your potions do all look the same...

Even less well known (except in certain circles) is the strange tale of Christy Canyonero...

Don’t hate me because I’m mewtiful.

Frank, these people aren’t here for you. “Weird Al” Yankovic is on that plane!