What else are we gonna do with 'em? Use them for fire wood?

I don't like the term "Feminazi." At least the Nazis actually accomplished something. A bad something, yes, but a something nonetheless.

In 1965, the U.S. mint created 2.5 billion quarters, I don't remember the reason, but it made pre 1965 quarters a lot rarer, thus increasing their value.

Which 3?

Guests really shouldn't be able to comment...

Whale then...

Says the guy whose username is "burningbabycorpse." Lol.

Anytime, Taeminnieah!

One time when I was like 8, my dad was making pasta for dinner and he spilled a pot of boiling water-noodles all down his front and he's just completely silent for a solid 10 seconds. I say, "Dad? Are you okay?" And he just sighs and says, "Son of a biscuit eater." Really quietly. Then he starts walking towards the garage with the boiling water and wet noodles still on him and I say, "Dad? Where are you going?" And he said, "I'm going to the garage." And then he enters the garage, and it's a good 2 or 3 seconds before we hear a muffled "F**K!"

You spend your life traveling the world. Scouring the globe for that one Coke can. You spend your life searching for that can, without a single lead as to its whereabouts. You, old in age now, (bur still athletic as ever,) are about to give up. You tell your exploration crew (named The Cokesplorers) to get back aboard the ship, you're going home. Then, as you're setting sail from the docks of a Moroccan port, you see an African Warlord with an AK-47 sling over his shoulder. He's sipping a Coke. You see your name glistening on the side of the can, glistening in the African Sun. You unsheath your Katana. "We're going back, boys!" You shout. You hop overboard, onto the Moroccan soil. You run to the Warlord, snatch the can from him, and run back to your ship, dodging AK-47 fire. You've found the can. You shed a single tear. You can die in peace now.