#WoodcutWednesday

"Pope-Ass Monster" sounds like an insult coined on a playground by an anti-Catholic 12 year old.

That moment when you realize you’ve been fucked over by genetics.

Worst. Placement. Of a third eye. Ever.

I don't know why, but I feel kind of compelled to GIF this pig-man and make him moonwalk.

Although always celibate and childless, Jimmy had too many mouths to feed.

There's nothing like a pair of #buttwings to get your ass moving in the morning.

While @RedBull will give you wings, it's still a question of where those wings will sprout.

Well, that’s just ludicrous.

I suspect neither rats nor gerbils for spreading the Black Death. It was obviously this fucker.

Howard the Duck. After meth.

Haters gonna hate.

Got head? MT "@freyjawaru: What do I say for this? Haters gonna hate? #WoodcutWednesday Or Where's my damn neck?"

Punk. As. Fuck.

Hipster Gorgons.

Belinda and Dan's relationship was headless, but there was plenty of manual stimulation.

The invitation to an all you can eat buffet didn't turn out so well for Dave.

That’s pretty gross, Terry. Keep your hands to yourself.

That moment when you can’t blame your fart on the other guy.

It’s too late for that, Solo… Now you’re bantha poodoo.

Phil, The Fifth Street Flasher, always had a second surprise in store for his victims.

How I sometimes feel when someone tells me to pull myself together.

GAAAH!

Haters Gonna Hate

Suck it, Aldus!