Imagine there was an unfortunate night of drinking. Now you must get home. Undetected…

So imagine you are going to go on a gameshow. You study hard. Pass the qualification test. Tell all your friends and family to watch. Then you do this:
Chase Sampson

Total Prize Money $0!
Or how about this. Bet Mom and Dad were so proud!

In the ass Bob. No the location… [...]

Sometimes they just write themselves. Idiot in police custody, after an act of extreme stupidity. While the cops were searching for him, one jokingly calls out “Marco!” Our hero responds “Polo!” The POLOice came over hauled his my dumb ass to jail.

This Basset Hound is quite the beatbox- even manages to scratch a little old school style…click the picture to watch.

Gee, it looks like the complaint department is getting serious about customer service. Since the new system was implemented, there have been ZERO repeat complaints!

Here, bite my finger…Ouch! Well what did you expect? That’s like falling for Dad asking, “Here, pull my finger…”

Out of the mouths of babes…comes the truth. Why is it we spend nine months trying to get out and the rest of our lives trying to get back in?

For some reason this guy who multitasks as a beatbox and flautist is strangely fascinating. Maybe it brings back my childhood with the whole inspector gadget thing…Click the picture to play.

Well no matter how cold you are, it could be worse as one dog informs another…

Dump-a-link has a funny video on Mandles, candles for men. Click the picture to play it…