How could I forget? I'm the asshole that got a Lion King tattoo.
Oh, you got matching tattoos? Now it's definitely going to last...
Glorifying kids who kill each other.
Wah. I'm hungry.
And Stupid Ryan Gosling.
And Stupid Ryan Gosling talking about the kids killing each other. (Unlikely.)
I don't get it.
Announcing births, engagements and bowel movements via photojournalism.
Knock knock. Nobody gives a shit.
Fairies, zombies and vampires. And when kids kill each other.
Admit it. The second thing you thought was that you wanted to eat it...
Things that never ever happen. Ever.
Comfy. Love the patented choke hold.
Or just get a safe. Cuz this is seven shades of dangerous.
Sweet baby Jesus. Get a job.
Signs that make you feel almost as uncomfortable as when your mother says “labia” at the Thanksgiving dinner table.
What was that? I couldn't hear you. I was too busy burning your house down.
Aw, that's sweet. Put the fucking toilet seat down.
And no one would like you. Because you'd be what they call boring.