starts rhythmic clapping
HO-DEE-HOTEN-DOTEN-DAY, HO-DEE-HOTEN-DAY-O! HO-DEE-HOTEN-DOTEN-DAY…
FATTENING UP OUR TAAAAPE WOOOOORMS!
starts rhythmic clapping
HO-DEE-HOTEN-DOTEN-DAY, HO-DEE-HOTEN-DAY-O! HO-DEE-HOTEN-DOTEN-DAY…
FATTENING UP OUR TAAAAPE WOOOOORMS!
This feels like a Mitch Hedberg joke.
I know this is a grumpy old man take, but I’ll never get over the fact that they decided to call these dastardly things “hoverboards.”
Blasphemy, says eight year-old me, having just watched Back to the Future: Part II and now obsessed with someday obtaining a floating skateboard.
When you turn 12 and promptly WAKE UP.
I’ll be honest with you. I very nearly did. Sorry. That’s on me.
Superintendent, I was just-- uh, just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise! Care to join me?
Sometimes you can lose but still win.
I saw a chicken today.
Good ol’ Fink Manufacturing…
“Kept the glove though. Keeps my beer from cooling my hand…and keeps my hand from warming my beer. And it looks pretty BAD ASS.”
You know who else looks like a pig on a flatbed truck?
Sorry for the convenience!
(R.I.P. Mitch)
Me want bite.
This deserves way more upvotes.
Oh, don’t mind him. He’s just going door to door, asking people to join his religion.
Jenova’s Witness.
Bored to Death did that for me.
And yet, somehow, that boy ain’t right.
Agrajag shall be avenged!