Born the month before the Hindenburg Disaster, I see no point in abandoning my childhood now.
And Gulliver had a whole palace to douse.
One of those dog tags should have its own short chain to go around your big toe.
I think our beloved President has a rare case of flammable diarrhea: consider the content of his speeches.
Chain? You show her going from bad to Wurst.
Even a very patient guy reaches the point where he has been screwed enough.
I would have thought this obstruction more colonic.
You poor bastard. With a flagrant buffoon in office you must claw at Obama for your “wit.”
At the appointed hour, the once and future King Kong appears.
Trump and the Pope have a lot in common: both were elected by a College of exceptionally privileged persons.
As it happens, I once gave a wolf a tummy rub—actually, he rolled over on his back, inviting it, after an ear scritch. (In Alaska, wolf pups are captured to breed sled dogs; the received wisdom is that the dogs with best endurance are 1/8 wolf.)
And Gulliver had a whole palace to douse.