Quid dixisti de me, canis parva? Tibi dicam: summa academiae meae graduatus sum classis SEAL, atque in excursibus numerosis involvi Al-Qaedae, et plus quam CCC mortes confirmatas habeo.

In bello gorillae exercitavi atque optimus snipor sum in tota militia Civitatum Foederatarum Americae. Nihil tu mihi es praeter scopum alium. Te abolefaciam ad precisionem quae numquam visa est in hac terra, me audi.

Censesne te evadere posse, his nugis mihi dictis in Interrete? Iterum cense, fututor. Nobis loquentis, cum rete meo loquor speculatorum trans CF et IP tuum vestigatur nunc, debes ergo tempestati praeparare, vermis. Tempestas quae rem patheticam quam vitam appellas delet. Tam mortuus es, puer. Vspiam esse possum umquam et te occidere possum in plus quam DCC modis differentibus, illud solum nudis cum manibus meis.

Non solum in proelio inarmato tam condoctus sum, quoque autem aditum habeo armamentarii corporis marinorum Civitatum Foediratarum atque illo maxime utar ut culum miserabilem tuum e facie terrae emittam, O gurde parve. Vtinam scires ultionem formidabilem quam parvum “callidum” dictum tuum erat allaturum, forte ibi linguam tenueris tuam.

Non autem potuisti, non tenuisti, itaque paenites nunc, O caudex. Iram cacabo in te mergebasque illa.

Mortuus es, puer.

We all had our computers turned off due to the Y2K bug.

I don’t have a lawn, though.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFEG0Eu4OOc

Now she’s got to avoid ducks.

He’s got the whole world
In his pants

Jim Varney was holding back the darkness. When he died, everything went to shit.

So the new president can install them anyway out of an effort to “heal” and “move forward”?

I think it was a reference to their infamous “Fucking magnets, how do they work” line.

What about $3.50?

Verily.

Or we can just make your government irrelevant by allowing America’s economic, cultural and geopolitical power to collapse. That seems like the more likely option.

I wouldn’t recommend the no clothes thing on Trump.

So Andy Burnham is going to have to get the hand dryer in the Crown and Treaty pub moved?

'Cept for that one guy who didn’t bother to show up.

He wasn’t a serious candidate, though.

YES [>

“Yeah. Last night. That’s why I have the headache now.”

Million to one shot, Doc. Million to one.

Catholics when they run out of cats.

Maybe you don’t need to be a dinosaur to do a dinosaur laugh.