What do you mean you didn't want a picture of my butthole?
He's off to play fetch in the great beyond.
Woodwinds are sneaky like that.
Q: What's behind door number 1? A: A concussion.
I give it two thumbs up plus a panda.
I'll take the dark meat, please.
Nom nom nom NO!
She'd prefer it if he swallowed.
There's a fire starting in my pants.
They could really use your hair.
Astrophysics ain't that hard, you guys.
This Minion's extremely helpful if there's a fire nearby.
He's not just another attractive, likeable Washington insider.
An accurate depiction of the ever-elusive hamnivore.
Feel free to donate in the comfort of your own home.
He's blowin' up.
I could just get lost in your eyes. And never make human contact again. And slowly starve to death.
Hello my baby, hello my darling hello my rag time gaaaaal! (Do I get treat now?)
Some men just want to see their image burn.
Looks like someone paid for express shipping.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel-AHH HOLY SHIT THAT BEAR IS DRIVING A CAR!
And for my next trick I'll pull nothing out of my hat!
Seasons may change. But teenage boys do not.