Amon:
The rumor around Washington, D.C. is that Monica Lewenski picked up her cigar smoking habit from her father...
Amon:
The building is pointing out a particularly dangerous looking cloud formation.
Amon:
Sure, they took a lot of time and money to make, and were completely useless, but Guiness couldn't deny putting the five story high baseballs in their book.
Amon:
General Burkhalter has finally had enough of Colonel Klink's constant screw-ups.
Amon:
I'm a little chipmunk, short and stout. Here are my nuts. Here is my spout. When you run me over, my guts come out. Hear my family cry and pout.
Amon:
Cold and lost in the snow covered forest, Tinkerbell climbs a tree to see if she can get her bearings before she succumbs to frostbite. Was that a wolf howling in the distance?
Amon:
"See that? Sasquatch is wanted for a series of armed burglaries across the Pacific Northeast."
Amon:
Building the third floor was a great idea, until Jeff ran out of money.
amycamus:
"I'm HUGE!"
NurseNoir:
They're establishing the HELL out of this wall!
YibbleGuy:
In Windows 2000, there are 16.8 million shades of gray. In 1950s America, there were only eight.
YibbleGuy:
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NurseNoir:
The slowest and most painful method of castration ever devised!
Amon:
She could never figure out why her friends nick-named her Jill Munroe.
YibbleGuy:
.oO "I wear a checkered blouse like she does... I do the washin' like she does... it's only this gosh-darn penis that keeps me from growing up to be Dale Evans."
NurseNoir:
Father Murphy's custom-designed confessional could hold up to a dozen choirboys at once and was screenless for easy access.
Amon:
It was time to choose the "guest of honor" for the Thanksgiving Dinner. The turkeys huddle in a mass, to try to cause confusion.
YibbleGuy:
In the 1950s, people were afraid to warn pubescent girls that you shouldn't set the vibrator on "high."