Maybe he’s selling cigarettes?
We like to make our dinner feel very important before violently murdering it.
Do something you won’t regret. Go see Daniel live on tour.
At least she doesn't have to deal with dry elbows in the winter.
And with that, he packed up his dreams of being able to walk again.
Since you spend all day on the Tosh blog, here's what you're missing on the rest of the web:
Maybe they should quit reminding her how old she is in human years.
[via Tastefully Offensive]
"Every damn time I take a nap, some asshole mortician tries to embalm me!"