Take your supplements, gentlemen.
Good luck putting this ship in a bottle.
Uncle Sam has something to be thankful for this year.
He's not just another attractive, likeable Washington insider.
The customer's always right. Just not always in the eyes of the law.
They could really use your hair.
In her defense, life is one player.
Don't hate the player, hate the game. But you can definitely hate that a lot.
Give me a WHOA.
Buy me some peanuts and hearty meat.
Deck the halls with boughs of duct tape.
Astrophysics ain't that hard, you guys.
I could just get lost in your eyes. And never make human contact again. And slowly starve to death.
Just hold still for a second, jeez.
Ah yes, the sound of chewing on Thanksgiving IS music to my ears.
Naughty, and not particularly nice.
I give it two thumbs up plus a panda.
In fairness the local sheep have, like, no sense of boundaries.
No no, Thank YOU!
Get it together, Kanye.
And the rockets red glare, the loss of vision forever.
Ugh, you guys are all a bunch of catscists.
"I'm two seconds away from making these fuckers chew toys."