This picture has had a chokehold on me for like two years. I think about it all the time.

I saw this sticker the other day and it’s been bugging me ever since.

That’s not a dog, right? Like that’s for sure a T Rex, right?

Bruno would like everyone to know that he is your Christmas gift and that you should be elated.

🎶 Look at my son; pride is not the word I’m looking for 🎶

Yeah but I’m pretty sure “Matthew McCaunahauhey In Space” is somewhere on Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Why won’t you just let us self actualize?

Spotted while on a walk over lunch. What do you suppose the circumstances were that led to someone abandoning their camouflage boxers at a residential intersection?

I’m honestly asking. I can’t figure it out and it’s driving me nuts.

Anyone else remember that time Rugrats called out literally all of us?

The betrayal stings.