

No one “just” tags people randomly on Facebook.

You know you’re on the right track when you look like Jeff Goldblum in The Fly.

The evil men do will not be forgiven by any just God.

Water is healthy, less so when you add crushed up Xanax.

Our patronus is a mountain hare, which gives us the courage to say that your horoscope is ridiculous.

Gobble gobble, motherf***er.

You will never know the pain of being truly alone on National Calico Cat Appreciation Day.

If you can’t tweet ‘em, join ‘em. Or something like that.

On the other hand, how else are you going to get your mitts on gallon tubs of hummus?

At least Donald Duck was in the navy.

Obviously, the only way to prove to your friend that your relationship transcends decades of discrimination is to brutally mock them.

One doesn’t simply ‘leave the bar’ when the trivia begins.

Now the backlash to a backlash to sports has lashed back to a backlash to a backlash to a backlash to sports.

Finally, a meditation app to help you destress from push notifications on your productivity app.

If you’ve never used Waze to hit on a hot mama in traffic, GTFO.

The past nine days have really changed everything.

Bending the laws of time and space; violating the laws of personal space.

Be on the lookout for \Uh-Oh! Furniture Tunnel!