Parallel Universes Where a Football Coach Wins the Game and the Team Dumps Gatorade on Him
If the football coach's team loses the game they dump acid on him.
I breakdance without the piece of cardboard on the ground & I've got 8 bloody adidas tracksuits to prove it. All in hopes to save the family farm from them slick city bankers.
If the football coach's team loses the game they dump acid on him.
Torture, salivating, aroused. Every second, a sheet of currency worth the amount of my student loans passes me.
The journey of a thousand ham slices begins with a single cut of the deli slicer.
The "Definitely Not Adderall" Meal ($54.99): A taco shell with six tablets of Adderall in it.
If I were a guessing man, I'd guess I was in the back of an actual garbage truck.
Car to driveway. Food to house. Hour to hour. Day to day. Week to week. Month to month. Smell to food. Food to dumpster and so on.
There's no way I'm going to pass the anchor-shaped keychain I got from my beach trip.
Once the chardonnay finishes aging in early 2039, we need a little more labor out of you before your first check.
Posting signage around the restaurant that says, “We Pinky Promise We Washed Our Hands Before Returning To Work,” is not comforting.
I’ll go put the power washer back in the garage. No more power washing today.
LISTEN BRO. JUST REMEMBER THAT YOU CAN ALWAYS COME TO ME WHEN YOU’RE FEELING THIS WAY BRO.
Q. Should I worry about the fact that people keep disappearing after using the elevator? A. I wouldn't.