#WoodcutWednesday

The gathered crowd would soon tragically learn that God declared The death of Disco.

Today's #WoodcutWednesday brought to you by George Wither, T-Cramm, Lot's Wife, and the engraving process.

#WoodcutWednesday comin’ y’all.

When I walk on by, girls be looking like, “damn he fly…”

Awaking to see an unknown naked man in her bed, Ava wonders how much she drank the night before.

The Homeowners Association was not pleased with the Smith's Christmas decorations.

Tony learns the truth of the old cliché, "Never bring a sword to a pike-fight," moments too late.

“…When you're not looking, some hipster'll sneak up and play 'Fuck you' with your ear.”

Worst. Cabbage Patch Kid. Ever.

"As fetching as you are, Voluptua, I must choose otherwise. As you can see, M'Lady reads."

Upon the villagers' completion of this fountain, God decided he was down with iconoclasm.

To pay for treatment of his recently diagnosed dropsy, Walter mixes his first batch of The Blue.

“Don’t look now, Dan, but The Nakeds have got us surrounded.”

Sorry, but all I can think about is to wonder how this Neanderthal ever thought about anything.

My forehead brings all the gods to the yard, And they're like It's better than yours…

James Bond intros used to be racier.

Not everyone was bored when Sam described how she only served the best organic, free-range heads.

"Look, all I'm asking is whether she needs to do that while we're having our afternoon snack."

You have to really fuck up for God to pull out the 2×4, but it happens.

Just a man #BeatingHisWheat.

If I was your dolphin, I would never leave.

Best. Heraldic device. Ever.

I love [branches and?] books.

"Goddamn ringmaster and his 6 AM circus meetings. I'll go, but I'm wearing my goddamn slippers."