Ciara was the only customer at Lex Luthor's western bar.
Wow, how did they find a 12 year old conspiracy theorist to draw the cover?
There's a lot going on here. But I'll allow it.
The amount of effort it took to take a screenshot, boy howdy.
Okay, this one completely confuses me. The album probably smells like Old Spice.
I'm disturbed, but I also want to burst out laughing. STUDENT WORK!
Ouch. Somebody is still reeling from that night at junior prom.
WORD CLOUDS ARE SO STREET.
Arby's has a pretty brutal ketchup dispenser nowadays.
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