
I blame the 300-year-old Clamato in my fridge for this.
I blame the 300-year-old Clamato in my fridge for this.
Eyes aren’t supposed to grow out of there. This is an abomination.
It’s the king of shutting up your face.
Stu needs to eat a sammich.
Brad has been forsaken by his people. It’s sad, really.
It’s the one-man peanut gallery!