Дата публикации: 2017-09-13 14:07
*Norman Reedus’ comedic timing was on fire this episode, from asking Denise, “What the hell is pop?” to begging Rick, “Don’t. Please don’t,” play that country music CD.
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Rick, you’ll remember, refused. He didn’t think the Alexandrians were worthy, and he also didn’t think risking their necks to let any strangers in was a good idea.
Don't Ask , Ace : [ with the Lost Boys as they get Peter in shape ] Pick 'em up! Move 'em down! Pick 'em on up! Move 'em on down! Ain't no time to celebrate! You are old and overweight! Gotta lose a million pounds! Get your fat butt off the ground! Reach on down and touch your toes! How long since you looked at those? Shape up! Lose weight! Get thin! Gotta win! Jumping jacks are good for you! Now your face is turning blue! Swing your arms around your back! Give yourself a heart attack! Gotta train! In the rain! In the sun! In the snow! Ten below! Gotta move! Gotta do! Gotta crow!
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Fishing Joke 686
Having arrived at the edge of the river, the fisherman soon realized he had forgotten to bring any bait. Just then he happened to see a little snake passing by who had caught a worm. The fisherman snatched up the snake and robbed him of his worm. Feeling sorry for the little snake with no lunch, he snatched him up again and poured a little beer down his throat. Then he went about his fishing. An hour or so later the fisherman felt a tug at his pant leg. Looking down, he saw the same snake with three more worms in his mouth
Captain Hook : No, child, Your mother wants to read to you every night in order to stupefy to sleep, so that she and daddy could sit down for three measly minutes without you. And you mindless, inexhaustible, unstoppable, repetitive, and nagging demands: He took my toy! She hit my bear! I want a potty! I want a cookie! I want to stay up! I want, I want, I want, me, me, me, me, mine, mine, mine, mine, now, now, now, now!
Peter Banning : Rufio, if I'm a maggot burger why don't you just eat me! You two-toned zebra-headed, slime-coated, pimple-farmin' paramecium brain, munchin' on your own mucus, suffering from Peter Pan envy!
Yet he’s not armed. And he’s overdressed for Virginia while Rick and Daryl are sweating in their shirt sleeves, this guy has on a long leather duster, a beanie, a bandana, gloves, the works.