My hipster doctor cut out a tumor before it got big.
There should be a body shop called Auto Correct.
I haven't been this surprised that a quarterback got released since the cops let Ben Roethlisberger go.
The Internet. All of the piracy, none of the scurvy.
When I die, I want catnip to be planted over my grave. Then, all the stray cemetery cats will flock to my grave and rub all over it, and people will think I was some kind of cat god.
I just saw a guy get chased and taken down by 6 police cars translating to about 13 police officers. I guess he tried to explore a part of the city he hadn't unlocked yet.
I wonder what hookers think about all these roundabouts.