Flock_of_Chomskys:
"That's it! We haven't been living together a week, and the walls are already bedecked with your undergarments!" "'Bedecked'? Are you still seeing that lexicographer behind my back?" *snarl* *hiss*
Flock_of_Chomskys:
"Washed up? I'll have you know PBS and I are in hot negotiations to have me appear on their next pledge drive tote bag. Hmmph!"
Flock_of_Chomskys:
Remember kids, no Ninjatrail is complete without a scratching post!
Flock_of_Chomskys:
Occasionally the richer kids at Andover would amuse themselves by hanging out on the overpass dropping mimes onto passing cars.
Flock_of_Chomskys:
The young Catherine Zeta-Jones did suprisingly badly in her Laugh-In auditions.
JurassicPorkGravy:
You know you're rich when you can afford to show your private screengrabs.
JurassicPorkGravy:
/~/ I've gotta be meeeee /~/
JurassicPorkGravy:
.oO Yes! Clint's finally making THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY II! Oh shit, I died in the first one! Oo.
JurassicPorkGravy:
.oO The minute your back is turned, Shatner, those hairpieces are mine, all mine! Oo.
Flock_of_Chomskys:
But enough about my mother-in-law. *slap*
JurassicPorkGravy:
"Hey, next time George Bailey comes in, let's pretend again that we don't know him!"
JurassicPorkGravy:
"Please don't wrap me in duct tape, expose my penis and set fire to me. I'm getting really tired of that happening..."
JurassicPorkGravy:
The problem with having only undertakers for friends is that they're always asking you how you're feeling.
JurassicPorkGravy:
"Look, uh (clears throat) The wife's gonna be out for a coupla hours at her pottery class. You, uh, wanna take a warm shower together?"
JoeTryptophan:
"Take my Flash Gordon pistol... encase it in lucite... and don't let it go for less than $500 on Ebay..." *URK!!!*
echostuffing:
"Here Frank, give this lil' gizmo to the Mrs. ... She'll love ya for it!"
RodPlaymouthRocket:
.o0O(If only I remembered to keep away from that darn gold Kryptonite...)
JoeTryptophan:
YSMT is proud to present Tommy Kirk and Ann Margeret in "Gone in 624 Seconds"...