Finally, a supermarket where exposing yourself is not only allowed, it’s practically required:

The security guard would like to put his corn dog in your package:

Another successful retail experience, yay.

Oh Queen of Danger, you need an image overhaul:

Um, I don’t even know what to say:

For the slutty toddler in your home:

Summer dresses for the little lesbian in your family:

I want to smoke what they’re smoking:

My best translation: Beware of the vacious twins tour – tower of power record store a freak rock zenefit presented by the menace consciracy.

What’s unauthentically sporty about a skull?

Don’t forget, it’s original and fit.

Maybe hes’s related to Q*bert:

The Communists? Oh no wait, they’re the deal-with-less party. Or the everybody-deals-with-the-same party.

I keep chocolate cake in mine: