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Well, well, well. Looks like Santa's got himself a stiffy.
No. That was wrong. I take that last comment back: We all have a major stiffy. Santa is simply the least comfortable with rocking it.
That restroom floor is so fucking dirty. I hope somebody got fired over this picture.
Sometimes I get really imaginative (read: drunk) and I just plug a random phrase into a Google image search. Today was the day for "crow man", pictured above. The world will never - ever - be the same.
Half-Life 2 Episode 3: West Virginia.
"Dammit, Franky. I'm not buying you a new bike. You can sit there all day and rot in the sun, for all I care."

If I had created the series, I would have named it Ape World: Planet of the Super-Evolved Man-Monkeys.
That's right: a Martin Luther King comic book. Inside, there's the Montgomery Bus Boycott, the March on Washington, and the word "negro" is thrown around just liberally enough that, by the end, it almost stops sounding racist. Almost.
"Allen! You have to try this!"
"I don't 'have' to do anything, woman."
"Silly, just try some."
"I don't go around sticking strange shit in my mouth because people tell me to, Jane. What the hell is it?"
"Well, it's supposed to be a surprise, but here's a hint: I used water and had to put it in the oven."
"Seriously? That's your fucking hint? You just literally described any dish ever created."
"That's my hint and I'm sticking to it!"
"I swear to God, it takes all my damn willpower not to beat you stupid."
Marketing at its finest. Have some old, white bastard stand next to your product and slap it on a poster. Voila! $600 million instantly appears in the bank accounts of everyone involved. They really should do this much more. I'm envisioning a blockbuster Bob Dole/Bowflex collaboration.
Thank Neptune and his glorious, silken beard for Asian people. If not for them, this site would be mostly pictures of old barns with their roofs caved in and short essays about the waning relevance of Saturday Night Live.