I was gonna ask how you got so lucky. He's pulling mine apart.

Clever girl!

Silly rabbit! Cookie dough is for eating!

Holy shit.

Look at that dove grey suit I WOULD HAVE HUGGED HIM. HAHAHAHAH EAT MY DUST, MOTHAFUCKA!

Awwwwwwe yeah NUMBAH THREE! *high fives for all my homies*

This should be good. *pops corn*

*sounds of incoherent rage*

I agree with the sentiment, except that's not what's happening here. That bird isn't mourning, it's tea bagging the loser who died. Literally. It wipes its crotch on the corpse's face and then starts yelling in victory.

I treat it like The Purge and stay home all day.

Does that make hand fans hipsters?

I needed this today. Thank you, suckstobeyou.

I... need to call my therapist.

Does he do reductions? I NEED THAT LIGHT.

You're not supposed to mix mandrakes and potatoes! THAT'S HOW PEOPLE DIE, HEATHER.

Too bad they still can't find a way to make a PC useful.

*cough* REALITY TV *coughcough*

And then the passenger asked why the fuck they were going to the cemetery instead of the airport.