[picture of a man at a bar]
Man: If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put your sister and I together.
Man: Is your father a thief? because that's totally my jetta you parked outside.
Man:You must be tired, 'cause you've been running through my mind all night
Man: screaming.
{{title text: That shirt looks good on you, but it would look even better stuffed onto the neck of a vodka bottle and flung burning through our office building's window. Let's fucking do it and never look back.}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.