You do you, twerky. You. do. you.
Nice styling, boss.
Could use some salt.
Impressively consistent, texture-wise.
What a shitty costume.
Baby, baby, baby, no.
At least he doesn't have to change a diaper.
So hot she's melting.
Nothin' like a nice drink to make you cough up phlegm.
A picture's worth a thousand little turds who can't stand still.
Just smother it in sweet and sour sauce, and you won't notice a thing.
Get lean. Get mean. Get disconcerting.
Everything is still organic.
To the nights we'll never remember -- due to trauma.
It's totally clean, only like three people stuck their dick in it.
Or the dad sweat through his kid's dungarees.
What? She had an itch!
When you gotta go, you gotta go. And then after you go, you gotta jump back into the public pool. Obviously.
Uhh...I think I'll pass.
This guy is sweating balls.
The least vain vanity plate ever.
The least trustworthy piece of meat ever.