Gander! What is this fowl trickery!

I would pay good money to watch her lay a beat-down on each of these chicken-shit, self-hating keyboard warriors.

Toot toot!

Asks the Uber driver if they can stop at his boy’s place to grab is crucifix on the way to the club in Hull.

A super hi-fidelity version of Darude’s « Sandstorm »

A pound of ground beef and a man should be able to pull himself up by his bootstraps!

Okay, that’s too perfect. Name of the town: “Renardeaux, Qc”

Over 40

I kinda like the funky-saurs too. They have a disheveled, extinct vibe I identify with.

RIP. Tough work for surely too little

Someone’s mom totally gonna blow me through these jorts!

I recognize that bear! That’s the same no-good медведь that stole my pic-a-nic basket!

Essential feature for Canadian olympic boxers.

Hey, is ah the Paris Olympics with a delivery for, uh, Smith.

If it’s truly a feline take: “I exist with unwavering confidence in the context of all which came before me. I resent you questioning the concept through which you question me.”

“The ruling theoretically applies to land borders, seaports, and airports — but in practice, it only applies to New York’s Eastern District.”

Shhhhh🤫

Like they say: “Harpy wife, harpy life!”

Wooly bullies!

Or diverted attention?