Um…okay…I guess we’ll wait in the bar? #GetComfy #GonnaBeAwhile (at Lighthouse Cafe of Sanibel)
Masked or unmasked, it’s hard to believe the “Ass Asians” never won tag team gold.
On a related note, “Print Shop” combined with a dot matrix printer made some awesome posters back in the day…unfortunately it was also back in the day before spell check.
And on yet another related note, the WWE Network is entertaining on about five different levels at once!
"Why you always beatin’ Pa, Ma?!"
“‘Cause he ain’t gonna’ offer up them TripAdvisor tips less’n I do, Junior!”
James Dobson explaining why he didn’t want the GOP to hold the 2016 Republican National Convention in Las Vegas.
But more importantly, Mr. Dobson sends a clear message to anyone who wonders if the GOP has taken steps since the last presidential election to shore up their technology infrastructure so they can compete more effectively with the Democratic Party.
Be afraid, Democrats. The Republicans have the Yellow Pages!
|—||Earth To Echo review-Lazy Dad’s Guide to Everything|
Uh huh. I’m pretty sure this is just an extended prank meant to ultimately trick someone into trying to put a shoe onto a kangaroo’s dick.
Either someone is playing a little fast and loose with their tagging or there are things about Dean Ambrose I just don’t need to know.
Me: It’s not going to work, you two.
Me: Stare all you want, you’re not getting any of my food.
Ducky: Maybe I’m staring at you because I love you.
Me: Maybe. But Scooter is staring right at my tuna.
Ducky: Perhaps she has noticed something untoward about said tuna.
Ducky: Cats are not like us humans. They have strange, inexplicable powers.
Me: ”Us humans,” huh?
Ducky: Perhaps she has noticed something about that tuna that makes it unsafe for human consumption and is trying to warn us.
Ducky: Being unable to communicate due to her lack of both language and expressive eyebrows, she is warning in the only way possible. Through the power of staring.
Ducky: Staring is a cat’s greatest power.
Ducky: During the Bronze Age Egyptians…
Me: You’re making this up.
Ducky: Cats like fish.
Me: That much is true.
Ducky: And the cat has not learned that the key to getting food from you is to give attention to you and be cute while appearing to not be interested in your meal at all.
Ducky: I mean the cat doesn’t love you unconditionally the way I do.
Ducky: What food?
Me: I love you, Ducky.
Ducky: I love you, Daddy.
I’m starting to feel like the main reason that more and more Americans are giving up on religion is because they are increasingly tired of having to be associated with people who believe that they know for a fact what God wants on every single matter. They have no humility. “IUDs? Oh God would hate those! Absolutely! No, there’s not one word about them in any religious text of any kind but trust me. If God was here he would TOTALLY hate IUDs. So much so that he would not only send people who used them to hell, he would send people who sell yarn to hell if they didn’t try everything possible to stop people who work for them from using IUDs.”
I get uncomfortable when someone tells me they think they know what their girlfriend will want when she gets here so we can go ahead and order now. But these people would say “Yup. Let’s order God the mozzerella sticks and the pulled pork. That’s what He’d want. For sure. Oh. And a Diet Coke.”