Man, must have been some party last night...
Someone's priorities are skewed.
Go ahead make the obligatory "Russian Bear" jokes...
Well, I'm certainly not going to eat THERE.
No pushing or shoving? I bet the playground doesn't enforce that.
Hey, now, you were told as kids not to let someone ride on your handlebars.
Gramma is tired of her store being robbed.
Reuse, Recycle, just don't forget which is which.
That's just adorable.
Fun fact: after surviving Thunderdome, Mad Max moved to the suburbs.
"Ralph, you can't get your mouth around that catfish." "Oh yeah, Sam? Watch this."
"Hi, I'm Julie, your cruise director, and let me tell you about what's in store for you!"
Country craftsmanship, at it's...well...most redneck.
"Hey, just because we're 'roughing it' doesn't mean we have to be uncivilized."
Oops.
A VW Bug covered in grass...if that's not begging for a hippie/Green Party joke, I dunno what is.
*purr*
*mrowr*
That's one way to diet, I guess.
OK, lads, I think the coast is clear.
Probably the best cosplayed dark elf I've ever seen.
Hey, it's the Unknown Canine.
Ooh, honey, let's do number 7 tonight.
Yeah? Fuck you, too.