Get Your Own Railroad, And When You Get To Park Place, You Can Put A Hotel On It
(A little salty language)
I Veel Play You Da Song Ov My People: BEEEEEP
Here’s to you, Mr. Russian bus driver. You wouldn’t last a day in Boston, but you did pretty well for being the only sober person on the road where you are.
Real Sociopathic Men Of Genius, Chapter 123: Here’s To You, Mr. Ketchupbot With Sketchy Flageolet Accompaniment
It’s less messy than an eight-year-old, I’ll tell you that.
The Official Chef Of The Borderline Blog For Boys
Pork and beans, and… I GOTTA SPAM — WHAH!!!!!11!1!1!!