I like my women like I like my wemoweh a wemoweh a wemoweh a wemoweh IN THE JUNGLE THE MIGHTY JUNGLE THE LION SLEEPS TONIIIIIIIIGHT
The “walk of shame” should be going to a bar the next morning after being drunk looking for your lost debit card.
Bruce Willis is never content with how hard he dies.
Pretty sure nobody would run marathons if they were never allowed to talk about running marathons.
My browser asks “are you sure?” when I clear my history as if theres anyone more sure of what theyre doing than someone clearing his history
Superman’s Google searches:
“Strongest hero”
“Strongest hero. Not Hulk”
“Fastest hero”
“Fastest hero. Not Flash”
“Phone booth for sale”
Famous people could rob banks wearing masks of themselves and they’d never get caught.
*hitler leans in close to the mic* and the next person to question me gets executioned
*grammar nazi bites lip*
I saw my ex getting beaten up by half a dozen thugs.
For a second, I thought, “Should I help?”
Then I thought, “No…6 should be enough.”
Whatever I was born in like 10 mangers
“hey what’s that sqiggly thing on the ground?”
“i don’t know, it looks kinda like a w or m”— how the worm got its name
Preacher: God’s love is unconditional!
Me: Then why is there a hell?
Preacher:……
Me: Your move.
Sarah Palin’s new Christmas book is her attempt at valuing the sanctity Christmas so she can sell books and make money just like baby Jesus.
This Kit Kat commercial is making some awfully big assumptions about both my generosity and number of friends.
My favorite holiday drink is the Little Drummer Boy. It’s one part rum, three parts pum.