You know, I think I still prefer David Bowie over the rooster-bear having an existential crisis.
Surely this must be the greatest book ever written.
I knew giving cosmic beings habanero peppers was a mistake.
"You're looking at the man who invented 'Theater in the Square.' Nobody has a good seat!"
I don't know what kind of experiment this is, but I like it.
Because nothing says nightmare like chiseled abs and unicorns.
Don't celebrate just yet, dual helmet guy. I don't think she's supposed to bend that way.