The physics teacher would know that children have a terrible coefficient of restitution. This must be some other curious teacher.

Julius Caesar in a sub-zero freezer.

The bag and the planet pull towards each other.

Their sentiment is that these young women should be saving themselves for their future husbands, and if they don’t, they’re whores who are getting what they deserve. It goes towards their belief that a man has a right to a woman because she is less than him.

The cat then returned to his mortal body. He awoke slowly and with a fading daze. He again picked up the glass of whiskey that sat beside him and again looked at the picture of them together. He smiled, raised his glass and said “Here’s to number eight.”, and once again pulled the trigger.

“A familiar face” is a funny way of putting it. I only know of two existing pictures of her, the one shown here and her more official looking portrait. It’s weird, like the rest of them.

The snake then bit the sloth, which returned him to the infinite innocence of oblivion. (The snake then fucked his wife.)

If I found myself laid out on a blanket that was the same color and texture of my own hide, I’d be a little worried about it’s origins.

He’s not smart, his ego just can’t handle everyone, everywhere seeing what a loser he is.

Aww, somebody needs attention.

This guy looks like a mix of Joe Biden and George W. Bush.

The golden snitch.

This is not the picture I would draw if someone asked me to explain what a “top” and “bottom” were.

Now consider wild fires during that period.

I wonder how many minutes it took to pre-target that site with a Minuteman-3.

The celestial administrators looked at his dating record and just made the assumption.

Has to keep it sharp for Grinder.

Don’t forget the phase-change cooling from the addition of solid state H20.

Johnny was a chemists son. But Johnny is no more. What Johnny thought was H20, Was H2S04.

This implies the existence of the Purple Swamp Cock.