All generalizations are false, including this one.
So this is what everyone is talking about today….
7 famous musicians who stole some of their biggest hits.
Pee prank gender opposite edition.
Intoxicated children are pretty hilarious.
7 phrases that are great signs it’s time to stop talking.
Don’t press your luck.
Lowell fucking rules.
What’s the goddamn point? I don’t know. I like it though.
Mr. Important can go fuck himself.
Andy Richter rules.
Try harder boys.
Going the extra mile.
May have posted this before, but I don’t care.
Cliff jump master.
Special effects making soccer awesome.
WHAT?!? What is this sorcery?!?! That woman is way out of his league!
+100 creativity proposal.
No helmet? Parenting fail.
UFC 146 Dos Santos vs Mir.
UFC 146 Velasquez vs Silva.
UFC 146 Herman vs Big Country.
UFC 146 Skyscraper vs Del Rosario.
One of my favorites.
4 wildly irresponsible tests for diagnosing problems.
More like these.
He was definitely the only brutha there that didn’t know this was going to happen.
Ridiculous bmx trick.
The story of us.
Best Jerry moment ever? FUCKED.
Greeting card win.
Very good juggling clip.
The painful truth.
MJ vs James Brown via Wayne Brady.
Well played Red man…. well played.
Milk challenge winner: Level Chuck Norris.
Foley artists, take note.
Someone’s getting fired over this one. The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories. Kathy said, “My father’s a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the pickup when we hit a bump in the road and all the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess” “And what’s the moral of the story?” asked the teacher. “Don’t put all your eggs in one basket!” “Very good,” said the teacher. “Now, Lucy?” “Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. We had a dozen eggs one time, but when they hatched we only got ten live chicks. And the moral to this story is, don’t count your chickens until they’re hatched.” “That was a fine story Lucy. Johnny do you have a story to share?” “Yes, ma’am, my daddy told me this story about my uncle Bob. Uncle Bob was a Green Beret in Vietnam and his helicopter got hit. He had to crash land in enemy territory and all he had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun, and his ka-bar fighting knife. He drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn’t break, and then he landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. He killed seventy of them with the machine gun until he ran out of bullets, then he killed twenty more with the ka-bar until the blade broke, and then he killed the last ten with his bare hands.” “Good heavens,” said the horrified teacher, ” What kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?” “Don’t fuck with Uncle Bob when he’s been drinking.”