There was a young man from the Coast Who had an affair with a ghost. At the height of orgasm This she-ectoplasm Said, “I think I can feel it – almost.”
The absolute fucking endtimes!
Way too long since I watched this.
Super sick death metal band.
Bad idea dude.
School band kicks major ass.
I guess this guy hasn’t seen the videos of other guys doing the same shit.
Be aware of who the idiot behind you is.
Hot stuff right there.
The only way to make a trike cool.
Practice what you preach you fucking hillbilly.
Not a sad clown.
MosDef has taste.
This would make instructing prostitutes so much simpler.
May I help you?
Making good use of space.
Scared out of his mind.
Someone has to lose.
Engrish bitch! Do you speak it?
If google search had a sense of humor.
Top 10 presidential impressions.
Lots of truth.
Why can’t one of these college kids pull a prank like this in their buddy’s dorm?
Weird state laws.
Crazy penny stacking.
This guy makes his own steel and blades with it.
100 google tricks.
That’s one way to learn some manners.
They need to start sending soccer players to acting school.
Owned by bubble wrap.
Find some drugs, take them, and click on this.
Playgrounds need more dangerous shit like this.
You can always count on Denny’s for that ultimate urban experience.
Shut up bitch. Tell your mom to quit dressing like a weirdo.
I guess they didn’t want to be filmed.
The 7 most stupidly overpowered hunting weapons.
Onion news action figures!
Nostalgia Critic: Rover Dangerfield. A man entered a restaurant and sat at the only open table. As he sat down, he knocked the spoon off the table with his elbow. A nearby waiter reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a clean spoon, and set it on the table. The diner was impressed. “Do all the waiters here carry spoons in their pockets?” The waiter replied, “Yes. Ever since an Efficiency Expert visited our restaurant… He determined that 17.8% of our diners knock the spoon off the table. By carrying clean spoons with us, we save trips to the kitchen.” The diner ate his meal. As he was paying the waiter, he commented, “Forgive the intrusion, but do you know that you have a string hanging from your fly?” The waiter replied, “Yes, we all do. Seems that the same Efficiency Expert determined that we spend to much time washing our hands after using the men’s room. So, the other end of that string is tied to my penis. When I need to go, I simply pull the string, do my thing, and then return to work. Having never touched myself, there really is no need to wash my hands. Saves a lot of time.” “Wait a minute,” said the diner, “how do you get your penis back in your pants?” “Well, I don’t know about the other guys, but I use the spoon.”