Hulk wants to smash...... but can’t.
Pan pizza inside the pillow case
If a dingo eats your baby, you have lost the only war that matters.
But the article made a statement about all men. Why, in your brain, is it a somehow invalid or pathetic response to criticise a blanket statement?
I am Canadian, and have (barely) survived a night in Philadelphia. At the bus station, no less.
Of course it was Philly. Can we disown that city?
My mastiffs are very different. The small 100 pounder loves me so much she cries a bit when I come home. She loves to put her paws on my shoulders and give me kisses. She also enjoys hugs when I bend down and wrap my arms around her. She would never think of leaving the yard without me, when it was only her I didn’t…
And they’re generally less shitty.
At least colonoscopies have a clear beginning, middle and end.
Code brown. I repeat: code brown.
My father used to have such a beard. He called it a Three-Quarters Nelson, because he was bad at both math and cultural references. On sunny Thursday afternoons, he would trot at a fair yet cautious pace on all his forelegs to the nearby Haire Stor, which was owned and operated by our dyslexic neighbor, Sameul. This…
Worst beard since Nicole Kidman.
Fitting for a guy who only uses half his ass.
A “kill kit” in a Subaru?
Go through a bad break-up recently?
Did you know that Billy Wilder originally had a different opening scene where William Holden is on a slab in a morgue and gets up and starts the story? The audience thought it was a comedy, so he cut it for the now iconic swimming pool opening.
How do we know that this wasn’t her plan all along? “Wrong turn,” my foot. Who goes around with eight pounds of fruit in their car? And their son knew they were going to visit him for Mother’s Day. They disappear and no alarms are being sent up? They didn’t have a phone? No one passed them on the road? It’s not like…
Terribly EQ’d, made cheap as fuck, sound like shit, and overpriced. A consumer’s dream.
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