How men on Ashley Maddison must feel now.
No pun in-tent-ed.
It’s simple. We kill the Fatman.
My dad kept insisting the lighter he bought was a Zippo.
My kind of school fundraiser.
Hit and run. Pretty sure it was a Honda.
Trolling the adults.
This is how my friends deal with their problems.
Our office asks clients to include copies of any discs they might have with their medical records on them. Today we got this.
Ex girlfriends be like.
My wife was freaking out that the nearest campers from us didn’t light a fire all weekend/use any light. Then our dog found a large bone so we went investigate.
New look this fall…Business Cargo.
My coworker was fighting the fires in Washington and sent me this.