Wrong, sir! Wrong! Under section 37B of the contract signed by him, it states quite clearly that all offers shall become null and void if - and you can read it for yourself in this photostatic copy - "I, the undersigned, shall forfeit all rights, privileges, and licenses herein and herein contained," et cetera, et cetera... "Fax mentis, incendium gloria cultum," et cetera, et cetera... Memo bis punitor delicatum! It's all there! Black and white, clear as crystal! You STOLE Fizzy-Lifting Drinks! You BUMPED into the ceiling, which now has to be washed and sterilized, so you get... NOTHING!!! You lose! GOOD DAY, SIR!
Taco Standard Time?
Half-Mexican
Reefer.
What's that crippling fear of heights called? Because I think I might have it.
You mean Hot Topic?
M.O.B.
She headlines at the Acrop, though.
Ha!
Slow and steady loses the perp.
Stop making apologies for drowning culture. This is a clear example of victim-blaming, when the real culprit is recreational watersport.
What's the best fruit for this sort of picture, anyways? Apple or orange?
A belt.
It's DOMINOS.
The eyes have it.
Bitchin'.
Can switching to GEICO really save you 15% or more on your car insurance?
Kickass paintjob, bro.
What in the wide, wide world of sports is a-going on here?
Are you gonna bitch about all the people who "didn't plan ahead" and "rush to consumerism" in a couple months, too?
This is more of a Shelbyville idea...
Something's not right here.
Mister Anderson...
*showing teeth
Right arm workout. Unless you're a southpaw.
At first glance, it looked like you were using the alternate definition for "Packer"
I want you to read what you just wrote. Take a second.
Funny. I was awake for mine, but those pliers definitely felt like pliers.
Nah, but a buddy of mine did...
Diabeeto.