An Honored Matre with her sexy skills!

Talk about looking at the past with distorting rose-colored glasses!

(infinite loop until toddler needs nap.)

“The prosecution rests, Your Honor.”

For a second or three there, I read that as:

When I was a kid,
a priest told me about Mars

For a moment there, I thought the younger people of America had in them the capacity to do the obvious righteous thing, and to banish the demons once and for all.
The younger people of America have shown what they are made of, and never again will I overestimate them.

They’ve done it before and they’ll fucking do it again.
All these young new potential voters! A fresh wave of idiot!

They commodified it and sold it back to Satan on a t-shirt.

Buy it at your local Fleetwood Mart.

Get Up (Feel Like Being An Art School Machine)

Kool Aid Pitcher Man and Rev. Jim Jones. Name a more iconic duo.

EDIT: You know, because of the TV movie of the late 70s-early 80s, I got used to putting the face of Powers Boothe on the name Jim Jones, it always feels weird to see the real monster, like an uncanny valley effect.

Oh yeah? Well I can see colors!

For some reason, I feel like his stage name should be Baby Leroy.

Where Green?

Just look at the guy… he’s carrying ALL of the Ace Hardware bling!

Dick pics or it didn’t happen!

These stairs, if not an A.I.-generated image, were designed and approved by true-blue, card-carrying entropists.

You laugh, but you should see how often I have to go take a leak.
Always with a water by my side. Always tyrannized by my bladder.

Then how about whenever I start washing dishes, soap in my hands, and I suddenly need to urgently go to the bathroom.
The struggle is real WAKE UP SHEEPLE geez…!

Yeah but what about The Da Vinci Code?

How about dialing it down a notch, so it’s just a social faux pas instead?

RADIO RAHEEM! THAT’S THE HYPE, YO!