Someone get the poop knife.

They may not be cannibals, but I wouldn't put it past them to have devoured a number of souls....

Coward. Chicken shit. Go home and cry to Ivanka about it you dumpy old orange snowflake baby. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries. Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time.

That's just his normal breakfast.

Alternative headline: Indigenous corporation takes a page from the Wall Street playbook to benefit tribe.

You're welcome.

I did it!!!

Looks like Carl about to hit up Melon Shakers!

FRJ

Well double dumbass on you!

Customers think Ubisoft need to get comfortable with not having customers.