When I die, I give the city permission to do this to me.

Let me emphasize though: Only once I’m definitely dead. Last thing I need is to wake up on the beach to the sound of “3…2…1…”

"the blast blasted blubber beyond all believable bounds"

Poetry

This is old school YouTube like the Winnebago Man.

This shit is hilarious !

now this is journalism

I love it hahah

Boys, the buffet just opened!
MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE...