Cold, Jack.
Cold, Jack.
Ha! “Consultant / Technology Manager” – pretty sure he’s just working on the next buzzword buffet to justify his bloated comp package.
Oh well, gives me an excuse to link this Weird Al song that makes far more sense.
Ooooh scrumpy – now there is a delicious treat I haven’t had in a while!
That actually makes a ton of sense. We fucking paid for it after all.
Each picture is progressively more terrifying.
I’m not religious in any sense of the word, but if Jesus Christ is telling me to go to the casino, we’re going to the fucking casino!
Loaves and fishes bitches!
This makes me deeply uncomfortable.
Just remember,
There is no sex in the champagne room.
Yes, your head looks like a testicle.
A good friend of mine always says “I’d rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy.”
Please, for the love of Thor explain Ohio to me. X’er lost AF.
I’m too seen here. Time to hide.