Billy_Zoom: "Yes, comrade, in my opinion, the K-19 nuclear submarine is perfectly safe..." |
144b: I'm just saying is that hat makes you look lke a sissy, is all boss. |
144b: At last, less states to remenerize. No more two Dakotas or New Mexico. |
tinaw: Slave owning plantation farms... OF THE FUTURE! |
tinaw: o/' I ain't pickin cotton fo' yo' sorry ass no mo'/ I's gwyne ta bus' a cap in yo' ass t'night.. o/' |
NurseNoir: Modern farm equipment makes corpse disposal a breeze! |
NurseNoir: Uncle Elmer swore that performing the Macarena for his cows every morning increased milk production. |
stareater: If this is that damn checker-playing chicken, I'm deep frying his ass! |
y_u_i_otta: You never think about it, but there must be such a thing as a dildo factory. |
y_u_i_otta: Get outta the way, kid. I was playin' here first! |
y_u_i_otta: This is Mr. Munson. He taste tests all our new products. Now that he's back from his extended medical leave, you'll be working together. |
Moatas: Billy, the school's Over Achiever; out does everybody when the class learns to make ciggeritte lighter. |
amycamus: The Doo-Dah Parade presents The Milk Man Marching Band. |
amycamus: November 12, 1952. Several thousand people gather for more than two hours to watch an empty field, applauding inexplicably at times, and then all leave at once. |
rickubis: Why, it's not half past the monkey's ass, a quarter till his balls at all! |
YibbleGuy: o/` "All the boys/ Think she's from the South/ She's got/ Elvis Presley Mouth." |
gleeb: The chemistry was mutual and instantaneous. And, that evening, in a rest stop outside of Nornal, Indiana, he plucked her rose. |
tinaw: "So Dick, we're gonna spend a few hours at my out-of-the-way stately manor, then head to the Justice League." |
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