Oh, to be wheeled to the banks of the river Styx by an immaculately attired angel of death who smells like lilies and brimstone and softly murmurs songs of praise in a stately baritone.Comments/Enlarge |
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Why sit in the ER for eight hours waiting for some doctor to tell you there’s nothing he can do because you waited too long? Go meet your buddies at the bar and get over yourself. Comments/Enlarge |
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Always check the footwear before approaching a crazy. Knowing the difference between two different colored Chucks and a pair of filth-encrusted boxing boots is the kind of thing that may one day save you from a 20-minute lecture on the color of horses’ souls.Comments/Enlarge |
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