Is Jesus Christ gonna have to choke a bitch?
Quaiddddd… Start the reactorrrrr…
wow. such christ. very paint. awesom.
That moment when you realize the baby swaddled next to you has most definitely pooped himself. We’ve all been there.
Real talk: deep down, we all know these babies probably had it coming. Babies can be real dickholes sometimes.
The title fight at UFC 200 B.C.E. was epic, guys.
Aw, how cute, he has an outie! Wait, what’s what? You’re saying that’s not his belly button? I — oh… I see. But then where’s the rest of his, uh, Holy Trinity?
Whoa there, Mary, you might want to stick that Christ Cake back in the proverbial oven. I don’t think he’s quite finished yet.
Dear tiny Jesus in your golden-fleece diapers, with your tiny, little, fat, balled-up fists pawing at the air…
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow. A rock-hard, aureola-less, pimple-nipple sandbag of a bosom, but still.
(submitted by Carmen)