In no particular order. I don’t have time for that shit, and seriously, how can you rank these?
After punching through a weaker child’s sandcastle, HE THEN ATE IT. Why? Because he’s a bad motherfucker, that’s why.

Fuck, dude! What did you DO?! This guy will kill you and shoot up your blood and brain matter intravenously.
Well, he would. Those nipple-eyes are BLAZING like the Devil’s [nipples].
Mind the gap, please. Mind the gap.

"And Carol was all, 'I don't love you anymore,' and Ambrose was all, 'FROWN' and Carol was all, 'And you are NOT the father' and Ambrose was all 'WHOA DOUBLE FROWN'
Carol is a lying SLUT.
But his angry face looks like it could really cook a hamburger just on the intensity alone.
“Well, why didn’t you just answer me the first time, dad?”
They just do.
Math, how does it work?
Okay, this one is my favorite. You need to love this one or we can’t be friends. I peed a little during my seal-barking-cry-laughing yesterday. Or I might not have. OR DID I?
? “If you can’t groove to this, then you probably are dead. You can’t touch this.” ? DO NOT ATTEMPT.
Mom and Gran are cuttin’ a rug, drunk off wine coolers, dad’s doffing his pants, but young Pete plays on. He will later recall this in therapy.
Hey…where’s Nate? GODDAMMIT, SHARK! You have to STOP DOING THIS every time you’re drunk. YOU NEED HELP!
I just cant…
And try to tell me you’re not already singing this song in your head.
Right Said Fred’s great-great-great-grandfather.
OKAY, I could go all day. Three more.
The above is dedicated to our very own Charlie Ann (@everymankitchen). I don’t know. He cooks, this is a sandwich, he’s badass. It just seems like something he’d like.
Pew, pew! Pew! Pew, pew! I’M A BAD MOTHERFUCKER!
Aaaaand…I’m spent. Actually, I’m not, but I’ve seal-bark laughed and am crying so hard they’re boxing up my things and security is about to escort me out of my office. Smell ya later, nerds! I hope you found these as hilar as I did. I have about 500 more. I may have to do a follow-up.
























