I was politically profiled by a grocery bagger for wearing a Pardon My Take shirt. This is my story.
You know what I had for breakfast? Air. I swallowed the fucking air.
Here’s what the kids are saying nowadays, allegedly.
These sideshow freaks have no limits.
RIP in peace to a piece of shit.
Christmas Eve is an inevitable doomsday for which we could have prepped.
2016 was defined by hate. 2017 will be different.
Honestly, you people are disgusting.
I have never enjoyed being clitsplained this much in my life.
Pony Up Daddy isn’t just the name of a velcro strap-on saddle; neigh, it’s a way of life.
I know it’s a cliche to say but god damn, this kid is savage.
This photo looks like grainy found footage from a brutal crime scene for a reason.
Elon is afraid of getting cucked by artificial intelligence in the future, and I’m not a bitch.