I'd take a few steps back – looks like she's ready to blow.
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.
Ladies: Every second you're out of town, your husband and his friends are getting hammered and blowing shit up.
The sole purpose of this post is to get you hyped for Monday morning.
(You’ll want the sound)