After yet another all-nighter, the Mayor is found passed the fuck out and drooling on the glass. He’s working hard for Toronto!
Thaaat’s going to leave a mark.
In his defense, he doesn’t have any glass doors in his VAN DOWN BY THE RIVER.
Something that the world desperatly needed: Rob’s “O” face.
This is Rob Ford finding out his Hardee’s coupons have expired.
I just shat in my pants. Again!!
Learn the signs of a fat embolism.
This guy always looks like he just walked into a glass door, but I’m still going to assume that’s what happened here.
When they said he was high on glass, I pictured something completely different.
He just stands there all day, saying “I can smell your cunt” to every woman that walks past.
Migs was behind bars. Only Hannibal was behind glass.
*sniffs deeply* “You had a Big Mac and fries for lunch. And sometimes, you have an Apple Pie. But not today.”
I know, but Migs had the best line in the movie.
Mr. Ford is not known for slowing down but ever once in a while the the sweet embrace of a meth memory takes hold of him and he is lifted to lands beyond our understanding.
“Ah, Agent Starling, so good to see you again. You wear Evian skin cream, sometimes L’Air du Temps, but not today. Now slide the zoning application to me and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
*runs into glass door* “Ah! Son of a . . .”
You know, you pay extra for the butt plug that is SUPPOSED to stay IN all day.
*zzzzzzzz — snort — zzzzzzzzz*
*lick*…mmm…the snozzberries taste like snozzberries….
“Wait a minute–I don’t have any crack in my glovebox…how the fuck am I gonna drive home?”
Can’t seem to get past this invisible wall.
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