
You took the yellow pill didn’t you?
Quote of the Day – “I like American women. They do things sexually Russian girls never dream of doing – like showering.” – Yakov Smirnoff
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They have no idea…
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Alright! I’m the mutherclucking leader here.
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Whoops! Did I do that?
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Their escape was going so swimmingly well, until…
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Masochism at its finest
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The Great Panda Flute Orchestra practice was disrupted when
Wally the drummer came in drunk and late to practice again.
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Once again Chicago was looking like such a magical place
until all hell broke loose at the airport
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He became known as the “Horn Whisperer,”
but he still had to deal with a few “pointed” comments
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The Osaka Station water clock, dripping time away.
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I am kitty. Hear me roar!
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Is the elephant half-dry or half-wet? The great optimist-pessimist debate continues
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Your move Dipstick! That rook of yours will be eating hairballs any minute now.
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At certain ages, boys and girls just don’t get along
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This is the photo that inspired the title for Ayn Rand’s famous book “Fountainhead”
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The transporter room on Star Trek had more than a few failures along the way.
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Little known fact! Burning cupcakes in Cleveland is a felony!
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Magneto’s deep hidden secret was his love for hummingbirds.
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How I feel when applying for a job
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If only we could read with our feet
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Stencil me perfect!
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Don’t forget to tuck, TUCK, TUCK!
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U.S. Secret Service facing their problems in Columbia.
You guys are in SO much trouble!
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Even with the stripes, the zebras barely get noticed.
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The day after Mother’s Day is when all the leftover flowers are taken out and executed
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They called him “Monocle Jones,” but his wife called him late for dinner
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Fruit with attitude… and bad breath!
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I kill you dog!
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Kinda can’t see the forest for the trees. Wait, are those trees?
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When time portals become tomorrow’s newest art form. Or when history creates holes in itself.
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