Clearly the people who write for this magazine are from another planet.

Just a minor speed hump. It won't cause a single problem.

Well, we got this far, now it's your turn to pick one up.

My pocket is like the twilight zone. Strange things always happen in there.

Screw this flood, I'm not taking a single step until I finish smoking.

What girl would ever consider this as a wearable costume?

Any spare change you have will do. Help me out to get that cd.

I can't wait to see how this tattoo will look when she turns 60.

For every page that doesn't make any sense be prepared to stamp this on.

So how wold someone manage to put underwear on a tree?