FWE-ET!
The sloppy joes.
The night Barney’s Pub ran out of chocolate milk.
To borrow from the late great Norm MacDonald, I’m starting to think this NoNads guy is a real jerk!
How about an ice cold HooDad at the Bucket?
Foxy desperately calls his attorney.
New Flowbees.
These black backgrounds are unsettling. Are they in hell? Are we?
“Coach NoNads, do I need to turn on the shoe grill now, or?”
It’s a French whistle.
FWE-ET!