keogh:
"You gotta learn to work the streets, son." "You mean whore myself?" "No, no...well, yes, but that's not what I meant."
kelestra:
Here you go. I'm staying at the Hyatt.
Amon:
See, that's the trouble with letting women up in space, Even in 0-G, they insist on vacuuming!
SFDHOTSTUFF:
Stan the Stethoscope couldn't help it, he was shy. And that was just the why it was.
phangue:
Honey, the marriage was doomed from the beginning, you being a man and me being a dog with a wig.
SFDHOTSTUFF:
98... 99... 100... READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!
SFDHOTSTUFF:
Face-off on the Satelite of Love
Hippie:
Well, it serves you right for hogging the vacuum tube. A lot of us have to pee, you know-- *IT BURNS! HURRY! *Shaddup, ya baby...
BrianQ:
"Which one of you jokers put wintergreen Life-Savers in my..." "In your life saver?" *cracks up* "Yes, in my--that's terrible!" *cracks up more*
BrianQ:
"The fifth rule of space club is 'red face on Mars'. Get it? Face on Mars? The sixth rule of space club is something about cats; I didn't write it down."
keogh:
"I don't know why people think you're so difficult to work with, Val. A few uppercuts and you fold like a deck chair."
CentaurHunter:
Great, he missed my mouth AGAIN.
Darkblade:
"You will never retrieve the Necronomicon!"
keyz88:
Those Marine rectal exams are sure a pain in the first week of boot camp...
eponym:
As a child, Fred Durst's imaginary friends ranged from Duane the gay military officer, to T.R.E.Y the fellatio obsessed parking meter.
MoronPunisher:
Shannon Doherty! Welcome to America's favorite show, "Where Has My Career Gone?"
MoronPunisher:
Yes, I was making fun of you Shannon Doherty. What's you gonna do about it? Send a monkey with a gun?
eponym:
Andy Dick's older and much gayer brother, Craven.