Harold is always fucking up, and his wife is always there to tell him. This isn’t as bad as the time they wound up on the moon.

Anecdotally, over the last year or so in my area, I have seen waaaaay more people driving the wrong way down a one way aisle in parking lots.

Buddy, I’m not the one who can’t be bothered to read, so you need to do like Juvenile and back dat ass up

“Mind the tree, Richard.”