Really? You love the state of Texas that much? Man, I hope someone tattoos RGIII taking a shit on your head this weekend.
Look like she actually got a partridge in a pear tree for Christmas. But on a more important note, how the hell did I not know a double-decker Walmart existed in this country? I see those escalators and I need to know if those are indeed a stairway to heaven or if Walmart really does sell everything and it’s just an escalator for sale.
Holy balls of fire! You are the rooster king!!! Oh my dear sweet drooling, poopin’, crying baby Jesus that is one of the most bizarre things I’ve ever seen. I’m more in awe and impressed than I am angry you go out in public like this. Wow! Is that a neck beard or overgrown chest hair…you know what, I don’t even care. Either way I will follow you into the depths of hell.
There is nothing that says “the world will never accept me” like a live-action cat meme.
Hey short shorts, I can’t tell which I hate more, your bottom biscuits or your random cave drawing tattoos. Not sure why I’d be telling you this, but I feel I had to make it known to somebody.
We normally don’t post staged pics, but any time I get the chance to show your family and friends and the world a pic of you in diapers, I’m gonna take it. Let this be a warning to the rest of you that your little joke you thought was funny for 5 minutes can be out out on blast when you send it to us.
Well I guess this isn’t really a “Who Wears It Better?” but from the looks of things a beer is about to get cracked open, an unfiltered cig is about to get lit, and the next queerball that looks at ‘em all funny-like is about to meet the butt end of a rifle.
Here is what I know: both of these guys are taking a ride on the crazy train. What I need to know from you guys is which one is the conductor?!
You know those kids we see on here with bags over their heads? I guess some of them actually survive. I’m not quite sure how, but apparently they do.
My diehard loyalty to Steeler Nation precluded me from sending this picture over to WTFTattoos.com. Not something I’d have done, but what I want to know is how deep does your team love run? Would you ever tattoo your team on your body?
Seems like the most inefficient Santa ever. Good luck delivering all those presents in one night on that thing.
I don’t know what happened here, and frankly I don’t want to. The bottom line is somewhere along the way you screwed up and you screwed up hard. The next step is doing something about it and I suggest we do it now.
Needless to say the kids weren’t as excited this year when they put that ol’ silk cap on Frosty’s head this year and instead of dancing around with them he hopped on his motor-scooter and headed to Wally World.