“4 Me’s to poupon!” Triumph the insult comic dog, sending his clones to be sacrificed in a Soylent green-like future where dogs are turned into gourmet mustard.
Well the Trader Joe’s peanut butter stuffed pretzels are calling me Joseph Stalin because of how I wipe out a thousand of them every night without giving it much thought.
Trump survived the weakest of gunshot wounds and, in that moment, GOP and Democrats alike had the piano notes from 50 cent’s “many men” blaring in their heads.