In anything written by Dickens, It’s certain the plot always thickens; With characters, themes And digressions it teems; As for sex, though, it’s mighty slim pickin’s.

I like how they just leave him.
Fantastic apology.
Cat vs toaster.
Making fire from ice.
Not the best place to put a slip and slide.
Fuck it, he’s safe.
Next time try to steal something lighter idiot.
How to chug faster.
On the set of He Man.
I’ll be able to compete in this motherfucker soon.
Best cover ever.
Just cooling off man.
Air show crash.
This just in: Donald Trump is still rich as fuck.
Awesome robot.
Nightmare fuel.
Dubstep gun war.
Fuck, I remember drinking these when I was a kid.
Dang ole heyall talkin’ bout it.
Boy hit in the face with a ball.
Ape shit crazy kayaking.
You comfy?
This bird is a dick.
Justice.
Good shit.
Whole lot of fail pain.
That’s one small computer.
Dizzy smack.
Brain eating amoeba….. FUUUUUUU
Flintstone braking not working so great.
The top 8 unintentionally hilarious vehicles ridden into war. A missionary who has spent years showing a tribe of natives how to farm and build to become self-sufficient gets word that he is to return home. He realizes that the one thing he never taught the natives was how to speak English, so he takes the chief and starts walking in the forest. He points to a tree and says to the chief, “This is a tree.” The chief looks at the tree and grunts, “Tree.” The missionary is pleased with the response. They walk a little farther, and the padre points to a rock and says, “This is a rock.” Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, “Rock.” The padre is really getting enthusiastic about the results, when he hears a rustling in the bushes. As he peeks over the top, he sees a couple in the midst of heavy romantic activity. The padre is really flustered and quickly responds, “This is riding a bike.” The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blowgun, and kills them. The padre goes ballistic and yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and kind to each other. How could he just kill these people in cold blood that way? The chief replied, “My bike.”