Humoriste:
So I bought me a six pack, got a room and proceeded to drown my sorrows.
screaming_fist:
"Sir, do you know the way to the nearest YMCA? I just fell off the turnip truck."
FryGirl:
Damn, I really *did* just fall off the turnip truck!
screaming_fist:
It's a Russian Walmart complete with clothing section.
Amon:
"Man, I feel sorry for the poor guy in *THAT* cap! Hey wait, that's ME!"
Humoriste:
"How much for a B.J.?" or, "Fred Goes To Town"
screaming_fist:
"Check out that Russian chick in the potato sack!"
FryGirl:
Shit, and here I am, slap out of Solu.
Angel_Noir:
Too late, Jabba the Hutt already got him. Your Iococca mind tricks won't work on me, boy.
Humoriste:
But I look so much better in color... say, how much for a B.J.?
screaming_fist:
"*This* is for fighting and *this* is for fun."
FryGirl:
"Me, I started wearing pantyhose when my wife found a pair in my glove compartment."
Angel_Noir:
"But are we 'white enough'?"
Humoriste:
"Bob, I wanted you to be the first to know. I'm a lesbian". "Shucks, Sally, I think your hairdresser was the first to know..."
FryGirl:
Keep driving, and don't forget I've got a gun on your back...
Angel_Noir:
Next on "Cops: 1950" "Got a report of a negro acting uppity at the library. Requesting the right to read and all. Called in for a SWAT team to meet us there."
Humoriste:
Notice the well-padded steering wheel and use of seat belts!!! How did we ever survive the 60's
shanky:
"Your wife's a lesbian? No problem. I can convert lesbians."