questor:
Sumo enchanted evening...
Buffoon:
Sailor Moon has really put on weight!
Buffoon:
Whatever makes your putter flutter.
SirEnochTheChaste:
Uh oh, Seattle is firing photon torpedoes at my 767...
questor:
Welcome to Trading Spaces, I hope the Addisons like what we did to their new kitchen.
questor:
In the end, we should all have as few egrets.
Buffoon:
.oO Shit. I dropped the baby.
Buffoon:
Not the most popular exhibit in the zoo.
gleeb:
The stupid cops would never find the bodies of the Butcher and the Candlestick-maker... or would they?
Buffoon:
They look so cute when they're mad.
gleeb:
Everyone turned away from the disgraceful spectacle of young Reginald urinating on his father, already dead drunk with gin.
gleeb:
"Jenkins, where are the men?" "Dead, sir!" "That's no excuse. I want them on parade THIS INSTANT!"
Snard:
Little did people realize he was flipping them the bird, with his foot.
Hinermad:
They had tools for such things, but whenever they needed to remove the rivets from a ship's hull they just went ahead and called Joe.
gleeb:
"Pulling idiots off sand bars since 1790"
Mr_Grant:
o/ Taaaaaake ooooonnnnn meeeeeee o/
LongLiveRock:
SIDEWALK! Dead Ahead!
cambria36:
Render unto Caesar all things that are Caesar's, except for the blue & white ice-cream bars.