>> ^brycewi19:
Seriously, what the heck is so great on the other side of that river that would make you think it's a good idea to cross that bridge?


A change of underwear.

I won an award for designing Norway, you know. Especially for creating the crinkly edges and the fiddly bits around the fjords.

Meh. I'm holding out for the next sequel in which Tony Stark goes up against FerrousOxideMan, whose rust encrusted Johnson leaks brown, salty death over all who encounter it.

Mon plaisir, toots

If there's grass on the mound, play ball.

Tiger Woods take note.

One time I watched my cat poop in snow. Its steamily hot turd melted its way through the crisp snow layer like a warm knife through butter. I'll never eat chocolate topped ice cream again.

Is there a better narrator of nature documentaries than David Attenborough? I don't think there is. Don't die old fella, we'll miss you when you are gone.

Silvio Berlusconi's teeth subscribe to substance dualism - some think that they are inside his head, while others know that they are not.

The spirit of Evel Knievil lives on, albeit in tandem with Ray Charles' eyesight.

He wants to be friends with you too, but only if he can press all your buttons and ring your bell.

That's nothing, his ass can speak four different languages and is fluent in Esperanto.

He looks like a coked up Pennywise the clown, only with better dentistry.

>> ^kymbos:
Hitherto, I had never seen Ernie's feet.


Neither had he. Jim Henson's muppet foot phobia saw to that.

Toyota, Renault and a few other teams will be riding around in these when the new championship begins.