posthumous:
Give me back my typewriter! ... First Amendment! First Amendment!
posthumous:
What the hamster saw in Big Gay Al's ass
bugwber:
I think after work, I'm gonna drive up the Dallas North Tollway, and smack some gramatical sense into the Frito-Lay Marketing department.
JurassicPork:
.oO Lesse, where did I park? Oo.
hapshetsut:
The robot army marches out.
hapshetsut:
Bozo the clown teaches children to share...
YibbleGuy:
"Particularly since none of our commercials tell you exactly what the big purple pill actually does."
Amon:
keogh? An artist's conception of time being distorted when entering a black hole? *DING-DING*!! Correct!
YibbleGuy:
"Uh, Captain ... maybe you shouldn't have engaged the warp drive while we were driving through the day-care center."
Amon:
keogh? An artist's conception of spirits leaving the grave from Normandy Beach? *BZZZZZ* No, that's Arlington. "DAMN!"
Amon:
Do not attempt to adjust your television. We control the vertical and the horizontal. And we're not gonna move either an inch. Enjoy.
Amon:
Unaware that the cardboard standup she's chewing out isn't really her husband, Marcy fails to notice the 79 Gran Marquis bearing down on her.
YibbleGuy:
"In our 'Remember the 1970s' exhibition, you will see attractive young women who actually wear bangs, and eat food!"
YibbleGuy:
"NOR DOES IT HAVE A TITLE. IT DOES, HOWEVER, HAVE A STAR DATE."
Amon:
I hate these questions on IQ tests. I can never figure out the next number. Let's see... Is it an 9?
tanne:
Family pictures, the way Mom used to take 'em.
JurassicPork:
The smart money wouldn't bet on Gordon Gecko.
posthumous:
French people just don't know how to bowl.