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Disneyland should have a Godfather I & II ride where all you do is slowly shut a door in Diane Keaton's face.
RIP my trigonometry teacher who fell into a bin of protractors. He's with the angles nowTHIS USER HAS BEEN SUSPENDED
"My top microbrews ar-" but I press my finger to your lips. I keep pressing. I press you into your mother's womb. Into your father's balls.
Extroverts want introverts to alter their personalities and introverts want extroverts to just shut the fuck up for two seconds.
Please accept my deepest daaaaang on the loss of your mother.
*stumbles into an open grave* "Eh, fuck it." *gets comfy* *dies*
A Kickstarter for a Vine of me going to each of the Seven Wonders of the World and doing the jerk-off motion in front of them.
We poke a little fun at Whole Foods on here, but I gotta say, sometimes it just feels good to spend $473,000 on a shitty onion.
Can't remember whether my son's name is Declan or Dylan but honestly who gives a shit
RIP my uncle Geörg, a fine basso profundo who got hooked on VCR head-cleaner after fucking up "barbecue sauce" at his Chili's jingle tryout.
You read my tweet, your thumb hovering over the star icon. You read it again. Your thumb quivers slightly. "No," you whisper, and scroll on.
Give a man a compliment and he'll feel good for a day, teach a man to fish for a compliment you guys probably don't like this tweet do you?
"If you liked my dick, wait til you see my inventory of certified pre-owned Sorentos and Sportages!"
--Ying Yang Twins for Kia of Jenkintown
If anyone needs me, I'll be in the men's restroom, or as all these ladies are loudly calling it, "the women's restroom."
I'm worried sick that this young couple on House Hunters International may have to compromise in order to stay within their budget.
Imagine, if you will, a world in which a medium booger didn't just tumble out of my nose, bounce off my boss's desk and land on his crotch.
Ofttimes I'll ride stepbrother Neil's old Razor scooter down to Fucktown and gaffle a passel of pool noodles if you catch my drift.
Wish I had an actual pie hole in addition to my regular mouth.
Foghorns for my leg friends, leghorns for my, I say, leghorns for my fog frie