It's a special 5th of July Derp Roundup, bringing you all the Red White and Blue idiocy we could scrape off our browser tabs. Please consume responsibly, and we hope that your pets are finally recovering from the barrage. Your Inderpendence Day lede: Ted Nugent's
I see you've met my husband.
Adjective?
While yakking with her boyfriend, who&#039;s <i>also</i> driving while using his hellphone.
What could possibly go right?
Succeeding a lot, also, too.
[I get it. My mother used this one until she died.]
If not for the historical fact of lobbies outside legislative chambers, they might well be called &quot;intercessors&quot;.
I&#039;d even be okay with &quot;Shut The Fuck Up And Jam&quot;
Who among us has not experienced an accidental discharge at a Hooters?
Wair. What?
Someone in Prague just bought a yellow cake.
Yo, Mr. Superpatriot, dude, Americans: love them or leave them!
Too bad the name of his tour isn&#039;t <i>Jam a Sock in your Mouth &amp; Shut Up</i>
just like in &quot;Alien&quot;
They also have a rock that keeps tigers away...
Best to just nuke him from space...it&#039;s the only way to be sure.
Terry Pratchett libel
No worries. Mother and baby, Crown Victoria, are doing fine.
Shooters: I came for the Open Carry-Out, but I stayed for the shootout.