Recycling goes to a segregated school.

Still less disturbing than the similar one we've seen of her straddling a train.

My grandmother had a couch with that upholstery,

As amusing as this is... it would get filthy very quickly driving out in the street, and be much harder to clean.

The knot is called a boatline hitch... but I'm naming her, "The sewing machine".

"How was this pole secured anyways?"
"Well, it WAS screwed into place counterclockwise. Guess which direction you two were going?"

Geez! what psycho threw the bat?

...I'm scared to go in!

...Camouflage...

...Someone finish this joke for me; I'm stuck.

"Cute pancake. I'm a obligate carnivore. Bring me bacon!"

...since when do buildings just fall over and all the bricks scatter apart like marbles? Was there no mortar?
Crazy drivers aside, another part of this story is a building contractor who needs to go to fucking prison!