Because when you’ve got a shitty dead-end job, your biggest concern should really be what your parents think…
It’s like a horoscope for fat people.
And not even in an ironic way. Maybe.
It more or less sucks the whole time.
Apparently we’ve run out of adult things to complain about.
Blind people have it made.
Just when you thought Rick couldn’t write anymore about masturbating…
The colors! The colors!
Popped-collar humor at its finest.
Bigots vs. virgins. The ultimate showdown!
Happy belated, America!
These will make your nipples hard.
Anybody who has a great appreciation for the human body probably shouldn’t click on this.
Yes, because Matt Houghton is a genius?
Hell, I didn’t even know how to spell it until today.