#221: Forgetting I was never president.
It's the sign equivalent of your Uncle Mitch, but with better credit and no ex-wives.
It's fine. In Germany, this is actually the highest honor that can be bestowed.
If you missed this one, it's because it was only broadcast in North Platte, Nebraska. That's not a joke.
Making what little money you have go extinct since freshman year.
This is right on the border between impressive and sad, but it hasn't crossed it yet. USA! USA! USA!
"Another complimentary slice of cheese from the deli. NOW!"
There's nothing like a cold shower with a hot beer.
He wouldn't be a true beer samurai if he wasn't wearing sweatpants.
It's always smooth to bring the party with you.
You'll know because mountains on the Coors cans turn from white to red.