To borrow from the late great Norm MacDonald, I’m starting to think this NoNads guy is a real jerk!
How about an ice cold HooDad at the Bucket?
Foxy desperately calls his attorney.
New Flowbees.
These black backgrounds are unsettling. Are they in hell? Are we?
“Coach NoNads, do I need to turn on the shoe grill now, or?”
It’s a French whistle.
It would be funny if it wasn’t so d@mn depressing.
He left his ranch dressing at home and now he’ll have to eat his shoe plain.
And in P3, we have our leads for the Milford Rep production of Young Frankenstein.
To borrow from the late great Norm MacDonald, I’m starting to think this NoNads guy is a real jerk!