Don’t listen to that dude, they work for Big Smell.

That horse got so fucked up at the club the night prior, blood came out its ears.

Finger wie ein anämischer Laubfrosch.

“Anybody who thinks that ‘it doesn’t matter who’s President’ has never been drafted and sent off to fight and die in a vicious, stupid war on the other side of the world-or been beaten and gassed by Police for trespassing on public property-or been hounded by the IRS for purely political reasons-or locked up in the Cook County Jail with a broken nose and no phone access and twelve perverts wanting to stomp your ass in the shower. That is when it matters who is President or Governor or Police Chief. That is when you will wish you had voted.”

Hunter S. Thompson

Aquí no vendemos “no picante”. ¡SIGUIENTE!

A good day to be deaf if there is one.

Begun the judgment has.

Outstanding!!!

Adel verpflichtet.

MS-DOS oder garnix 🪠

Bienen, Wespen, und Hornissen werden praktisch und verlässlich zwischen Wange und Staulufttrichter eingeklemmt, um Ihre natürliche Aggressivität anzuzapfen, sollten Sie den Einschlag auf den Augapfel überleben.

Es ist strengstens verboten, toten Koyoten am Boden die Hoden zu verknoten.

Devin? Whaaaaatareyoudoinghere?

The real MVP!

Madness.

That face!! “I’m Miez, and you’re not.”

“Did you know you can donate one or all of your organs to the Aperture Science Low Esteem Fund for Girls Aston Martin? It’s true!”

Unkraut

More red flags than in Moscow ‘45

Blimey!