How is she even balancing right now?
This looks like the kind of thing you don't want the dog to bring back.
The Super Soaker XP750! Wetter is Better!
Oh, the days when a man had to make his own pr0n.
Never before have I been so thankful that a book has won a Hugo award.
No one could possibly live on that frozen planet, but apparently a giant orange tentacled thing can live in the vacuum of space next to it?
"Hey, Hey! No! Hand's off the belt!"
Uh... sure, if you say so.
People don't mind a giant half-head puking all over them if it's rainbow-colored.
We get it Bill, this experiment's important. No need to get all dramatic about it.
You know, I think I still prefer David Bowie over the rooster-bear having an existential crisis.
Bad Joke Eel makes his literary debut!
Nice try with the arrow, but no one's buying it.
The length of that loincloth isn't fooling anybody, pal.