Nevermore.

Tell me again: why in the hell did I get this vanity plate?

The world will never know, Dodge. The world will never know.

Say hi to your brother for us.

Thanks to Dodge for getting in on the Halloween terror.

Dear Management:

RE: Devil

We hate to complain, but we can’t continue to work like this. We’re forced to listen to his long personal calls all day long. It’s fine if he wants to demand that his minions bring him tortured souls at some point during the day, but that’s what his lunch hour is for. Also, his cube is in shambles. He never empties his trashcan, either, and on Wednesday he microwaved fish.

Thanks

Please. Even this ride is wilder.

With the NFL in full swing (and the replacement refs dead and buried, probably), we bring you a small, albeit strong collection of football-themed plates, beginning with this apt choice from our top marksman, Craig Dodge.

You’re a confusing asshole, Mom.

Fuck yo’ mamma!

We want you to want us, Dodge!