“Why’d you make me the girl? I’m not a girl. You’re the girl! Comey’s the girl!”
“Why’d you make me the girl? I’m not a girl. You’re the girl! Comey’s the girl!”
“Did I mention I’m in East Tennessee?”
Too bad it wasn’t grape Flavor-Aid.
“How does the leak feel when it’s spraying in your direction, Orange Hitler?”
+1 bevy of bootlickers
+1 Jim wisdom
Damn. I thought I pulled a bona-fide Tomsula life-hack here, but you threw me a curve ball.
“I like washed-up, former teen idols that don’t get assaulted. Sad!”
$87? Yay! I’m worth $87!
Can’t. Stop. Retching.
All these puns are making me light headed. I hope I don’t “Pass Out.”
Sounds like someone finds this thread to be a little gristly.
You owe me a new Kinja because you just blew the doors off my old one.
Alice will have her own store on Etsy!
Seconded.
As an American Single, there is no way I could Kraft a protest against cheese!
Ah. So, me then?