A Dole brand apple is taunting a can of Pepsi from the safe side of a Gap.

The eternal war between the Great, Pure, Light Blue Warriors and the Shit-Tier Casual Blue Plebeians rages on.

THIS PARROT IS DEAD. IT HAS CEASED TO BE.

A cracked, shit-upon trumpet still plays a multitude of quarter notes and two eighth notes.

Voltorb is mistaken for a Poke ball.

A old hunchback goes fishing.

A member of the KKK threatens a peaceful, albeit vulgar, African-American.

Somebody wants to play De Blob.

An orange man is telling lies about his current occupational status to a unbelieving blue man.

Kitten America.

A well-groomed man with a mustache would like San diego to perform autofellatio.

Someone has hole-punched this turd.