“Relax, Chad. Just listen to Enya and let me work out this knot.”
“Is this the part where we kiss? It’s the part where we kiss, isn’t it?”
“But Turbo. What happens when there are no more community centers to save? What of us then?”
“This is no time for words, Johnson. Let’s just hope your anal bleaching took.”
Feel the power of a warrior.
Jeter had a sneaking suspicion as to why his olfactory nerve was suddenly assaulted by the smell of shit, dead squid and pork grease.
Some days you just happily live the dream.
The safest trampoline in America.
“Mmmm. Now that’s a good menthol.”
Sometimes there was nothing Steve could do to feel pretty.
Enzyte abuse claims another victim.
“No, Bob. On the other side.”
“Dammit, Cheryl! I passed out in the cat box again!”
Kim Jong Un nodded attentively, but like everyone else on planet Earth, had no clue what Dennis Rodman was saying.
Randall laughed to himself, remembering Michio Kaku’s extra-solar exogenesis joke from last year’s Solvey Conference in Brussels.
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