It's so mean, but I still couldn't help but laugh. I'm going to hell, aren't I?
When facing the terrible secret of space, always bring protection.
Own Rebecca Romijn-Stamos's boobs!! Or Arnold's chest. (He can't be elected! See, he has no heart!!!)
Dreams or nightmares, you decide.
Why just have wrongness on the net, when you can wear it around town? Is there any better way to scream, "Please, dear god, I never want to have sex!" than to wear those shirts?
Oh yes, I am going straight to hell.
jwz has got to be one of the most humorous techie/night club owner out there.