Now that's what we like to call a regratoo.
An accurate depiction of the ever-elusive hamnivore.
Anything can happen if you just beliebe.
This knuckle sandwich don't come slow-cooked.
If I flex my calf I can make her twerk.
Good thing technology lasts forever.
Poor guy, nobody wants to be the one to tell him he has a face on the back of his face.
A daring attempt at discovering how many Julia Roberts it takes to make a man a Pretty Woman.
Obey your... wha?
I'll keep my spaghetti to myself, but thanks.
The Father, the Son and the Holy Boner
What an honor!
Do not make eye contact.
These people love food. No, like, REALLY love their food. So much so they got their favorite munchies permanently inked into their bodies like monuments to the food gods. And these tattoos look good e …
Getting rid of that won't be so Easy, Mac.
He sees you when you're sleeping, he stalks you when you're awake.
That ought to make the showers fun.
It really speaks to the state of humanity as a whole and also of this guy's lack of brain.
An artist's work is never done.
Drug addicts do the darndest things.
I'm creepin' it.