This scene is from the little seen Superman IV: The Quest for $$$. After the disaster of Richard Pryor in Superman III, the producers decided to cast J. J. Walker as Dyslexic Luthor. The results nearly killed Christopher Reeve. But he needed to stop horsing around anyway.
Too soon? This is from 1987. Perhaps you’d prefer jokes about Charlamagne?
In which we finally find out who Baby Louie’s daddy is. None other than Adrian Peterson. Hope they can play a good game of two-hand touch (below the waist). What a Goodell time for him. Running the football isn’t the only way Adrian can beat you.
Cock ‘N’ Balls
I think the ex-linebacker should pound something other than the mattress? Perhaps the dishwasher? I suppose the ultimate “irony” is that ‘Back in Denver months later, Missy discovered her pregnancy.’
Poor Ms. Hopkins. She’s just trying to edumacate the kids. Here’s some fat knowledge for any of you that mix up your bathtub, hand-holding pills with your carnauba wax. Seek veterinary help.
Rest in Pieces
When your conservative leaning friends say the best defense against evil is an armed citizenry, show them this strip to show your support. When your liberal leaning friends say gun violence is abhorrent and dumb, show them this strip to show your support. When you moderate friends say anything, tell them to shut up already and pick a side! Fucking wafflers.
Whizzit did some amazing detective work to discover the real reason for the failure of Gwyneth and Chris’s marriage. She was doing it with Iron Man. Man, that’s a cold-play.
Poor Baby Louie just wanted to do some web surfing!
Friends, Romans, Cuntrymen (yes, we’re aware of the spelling!) lend me your ears. Gaius Dickus is an honorable man.
Rest in Pieces
Lydia is having a Funky time. Hope she remembered to set her clock for daylight savings so that she’ll be one hour closer to meeting her maker…Phyllis Ruggerti. Speaking of which, how do we know we’re not all made by Phyllis?