...four nooses hanging, three neighbors cheering, two gay sons swaying, one group rate funeral...
So the recession's over, huh Barack?
Yeah, that's what we need. These two spawning another generation of roll-play (not the fun kind) enthusiasts.
Closet Dad is teaching his sons early the art of riding pole.
Their greatest trick? Three generations spawned without ever knowing a woman's touch.
Looks like the worst sketch comedy group ever. These guys would make The Groundlings seem funny.
Minimalist piece entitled: "I hate this bitch (in repose)."
Where the hell are the Velociraptors when you really need them?
I bet this photo was his idea. I also bet he does the cooking.
A little ass play on Wedding Night is fine, but Ted here's jumping the gun significantly.
Elton John walked by a moment later and called this guy a fag.
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