Get up on the leviathan's back!
It's 1972. You're traveling down the Amazon with an insane German filmmaker, a hyperviolent child molester who shoots at people when they disturb his naps, and four hundred specially caught monkeys. You're very happy the Oxford comma exists.
Literally randomly clicking on images from my phone: a dump.
The Heresy of Lastrati must be stamped out. No pity, no remorse, no fear.
Some of the best-executed farce I've read in a long time. It's like Frasier with deathless robotic god-kings instead of psychiatrists.
Whoops. Thank god my family's cool.
Keep this handy for jackasses posting the Gadsden Flag.
Three Leviathans, one day.
"Never believe that anti-Semites are completely unaware of the absurdity of their replies..."
Past tense? Who really thinks he's stopped?
As if we needed more evidence that Altoona, PA has an elder god buried under it.