You’re down in the jungle, baby. You’re gonna die.
An Earth-based business conglomerate.
If it sounds like bullshit, that’s because it is.
You’re down in the jungle, baby. You’re gonna die.
Drink, sneeze, drink
You won’t know what hit you.
Regular size.
“And they will march just as they have done for centuries.”
Take a little trip to the motherland.
Pucker up and kiss it.
Just watch out for the monkey traps.
It’s usually not squirming by the time you swallow.
Keeps you alert all patrol long.
Big sky, BBQ & rye.
Tap the Love Jug.
The house special.
Have your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick.
I’m a big kid now!
Aged in space.
This one’s just right.
A Sin City classic reimagined for today’s badass on the go.
“Pull over, I’m gonna eat whatever that is growing on the side of the road.”
The sweet taste of freedom.