No, please. You can keep my wheel, I was going to throw it away anyway.
Seems that some worker at the local sports shop has been living under a rock all his life.
I ain't never going to be out of toilet paper. Never again!
Now with all the NSA stuff going on, you can be sure nobody ever feels lonely again.
The clothing labels for the mentally retarded.
You got to admit that everybody who is not a dentist sees this room like a torture chamber.
Does anybody have any idea what's written on the cardboard? Nonetheless, still weird.
Get yourself killed so we can all have some fun in here. Things are pretty calm without you.