They're like cuddly stuffed animals. Filled with rabies.
And that was the last anyone saw of the magnificent aerial photobomber.
If only he said, "Show me the Car Fax" before buying.
He sweats pure testosterone.
She was a real party pooper that night.
She doesn't really need a helmet anyway, she's an airhead.
All you have to do is axe.
He'll just have to upgrade to a new arm in 2 months.
Exhale, bark, then get into your downward-facing dog pose.
It gets a little more difficult when he takes it to the gym.
Did we say girl's fantasy? We meant nightmare.
The circumcision would have gone a lot faster if he didn't insist on using the toothpick.
Wal-Mart really needs to start a fashion line dedicated to the creativity of the customers.
We're pretty sure he was permanently injured before.
SECOND VICTIM RESCUED TO LIFE
Someone find us a less shitty version.
Relax, it's just called that because he murders the neighborhood cats with it.
You're going to need some serious drugs to numb that pain. It's a vicious cycle.
The set for the lost "Seinfeld" episode where George tricks the City of Baltimore into letting him draw up the plans for a new affordable housing unit.
You bring the party! A really annoying and lame party.
The only other way to get this much high-fructose corn syrup from a boob is to breastfeed from Rosie O'Donnell.
The first 4 pages are of Bobby just trying to get up off the ground.
You can never escape your mother's suggestions, even if you send her to go work in a factory.
We make your dark eye circles go extinct.