WILDWOOD CLOSING BOARDWALK OVERNIGHT DUE TO NO-GOOD PUNKS
You know, the word ‘wild’ is right there in the name.
You know, the word ‘wild’ is right there in the name.
Hey, great acronym, bro.
Don’t look, Ethel!
Michael sings the whites.
“Mom, who are you talking to?” “The spaghetti sauce.”
How’d they swing that?
Do you smell smoke?
“I’ll have the fish, please.” – Cocaine Bear
Nothing worse than gravesquatters.
You never sausage a sight.