It’s 2013, And Every Other Person In The World Is A Bond Villain
They might be loons, but it still looks safer than roofing a two-story house.
Whatcha Thinkin’ About?
Ladies, did you ever wonder what’s going through your man’s mind? Why he’s making those little grunting noises while he dreams? When you’re sitting on the couch, and you’ve just bared your soul, told him all about, well, I don’t know what, I wasn’t listening, but I assume it was something about cupcakes and shoes and biological clocks and labrador retrievers and any potential funhouse mirror effect a pair of pants might have on your nether regions — when you turn to him and say, “Whatcha thinkin’?”, did you ever really want to know what’s going on in there, or were you just asking?
Because this is more-or-less what he’s thinking. All the time. At your aunt’s funeral, at the dinner table, while you’re making bouncy-bouncy — the whole lot.
Laser-Aimed Wrist-Mounted Crossbow Is The Perfect Gift For The Man Who Will Never Touch A Real Human Female Boob
(Thanks to Borderline Boy Sam Dunkin for sending that one along)
The Borderline Sociopathic Boy’s Toolbox Contains Six Hammers And A Roll Of Duct Tape, So This Should Be Easy
The only problem I see is that printer ink costs $4 billion per gallon already. It’s bound to get more expensive if they use that scanner on Scarlett Johansson and start selling the result.