If Salvador Dali had snorted cocaine off the oiled belly of Dr Parnassus and sneezed into an XXX-rated version of High 5 being watched by a jaded Hunter S. Thompson pretending to be Paul Murray writing tomorrow’s column – it might have come close to these three images from JJ. Don’t look too closely at the reflection in that second image lest you be turned into a pillar of dukkah.
Thank God for Bento and the simple worsts he sees while taking the missus to the zoo.
I was checking the incoming links to TWOP, and I was pleased to see we have a fan in Istanbul! Titreklik!
But why leave the John Hughes sticker on the car? Surely one wants only to display one’s deepest passions on one’s chariot?
You had me at XXX rated Hi 5. .
Me too. As long as it’s Kathleen-era Hi 5, phwoar
I liked it that the writers of Hi-5 would always put something in for the Dads.
I remember once they were all dressed as boats. Kathleen was dressed as a tugboat. One of the boys broke down, and Kathleen offered him a tug.
Charli always found some reason to get down on all fours, usually when she was pretending to be a little doggy.
Maybe those people live in Armadale and the plant is so expensive!
That’s a worst right there. Someone who takes a photo of their monitor because they don’t know how to take a screenshot.
What’s a screenshot?
command shift 4.
Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.
Putting their differences aside, Hunter welcomed the agreement.