Keep your fully grown chompers and your ability to string words into a coherent argument as far as possible from a nipple! Little fucking weirdo.
So this is where cats go when they sneak out of the house.
Do something you won’t regret. Go see Daniel live on tour.
Save some of that ferocity for your wedding night, little lady.
This election year feels like we're living in an episode of Drunk Future. Minus the robots.