Nothing Says “Neck Support” Like Plastic Train Seats.

I’ve heard of a man walking into a bar, followed by something “Pope,” something “cop” and probably a Jew somewhere in there.

But a man sleeping into a bar? That’s brand new.


And by “bar,” I mean a literal bar. The object. Which is obviously going to shave half his nose off when he wakes from his slumber.

Just Keep Scrolling, Scrolling, Scrolling.

Seriously. Scroll.

You won’t be disappointed.


I fucking told you.