Jfc.
Jfc.
Too bad Lutnick made them buy all those tiny screwdrivers.
👏👏👏
A phenomenally stupid man.
Adios, you fucking dog killer.
Such a great name.
Aren’t we all?
The more I learn about Polis, the more I dislike him.
Aren’t we all?
Not all heroes wear urinal cakes.
Hell, throw Duck Soup in there while you’re at it.
I’m sorry, but this is like Terry Southern and Joseph Heller had a baby.
Sure hope this doesn’t have the same ending as Dr. Strangelove.
Hahah. It looks like something you'd get out of a Mold-A-Rama machine at the World's Fair.
At this point duct tape has to be the only thing holding him together.
"Hottest."
Cookie! ❤️❤️❤️
He put the G in gloom.
Gin grin.
Hegseth thinking about his next drink.
The fact that they got away with calling it Dueling Banjos when it’s clearly one banjo and one guitar sticks in my craw to this day.
I think Pacino's stunt double just jumped straight into The Room.
More like Katy Turd, amirite?
Hahaha. Yes indeed.
Oh yeah.
Still in the desert. Still looking at old Rock Scene party coverage. Hahaha!
The party coverage was the major appeal for this kid stranded in the desert.
Whiskey Friday hopped the train, don’t if it’ll be back a-gain. Doo doo doo do do.
I saw the best punks of my generation destroyed by greed, starving hysterical naked. Thank you, Jello.
I appreciate a good rabbit hole, after going down it.