JediClone:
After her seventh ceremony, Elizabeth Taylor's wedding dress was looking a little dingy...
JediClone:
The supper conversation consisted of Jesus Christ saying "I know which one of you betrayed me..." and then 2 hours of awkward anticipating silence.
ttyp0:
Of course, yuppies don't live as long in captivity...
ttyp0:
"It's only for a while... until you're paper-trained..."
tarot_chan:
Next on Springer... Icebergs and the Ships They Sink.
Tumbler:
"Shirtee done soon?" - "Mao." - "Me waitee long time already." - "Mao." - "Dammit woman, when will you be done?" - "Mao!!"
Interocitor:
Separated at birth? An ordinary steam iron and the Pope's hat. You decide.
Interocitor:
...by hanging your clothes in the middle of the living room!
Interocitor:
"Determining the sex of your steam iron is a simple, but very important, procedure."
Interocitor:
"Seventy-five cents and my clothes are still damp?! That's it! Someone's gonna pay..."
Tumbler:
...provided you don't really give a shit... hell, maybe they're somebody elses clothes, maybe someone you don't like... call now.
Interocitor:
...like "Don't iron your thumb, dickweed."
Occupant:
The Footlocker of the Covenant
E_B_A:
The pelvic thrusts were a sign: he'd misunderstood the meaning of "love seat."
HanoverF:
"Bones, my hair is jostled, get me to sickbay!"
HanoverF:
"Spock, Can't... we... play... a simple game of... charades, without you... shouting out... Porky's 2?"
Chairboy:
"Son, do you know how fast you were going back there?"
HanoverF:
"Dammit Jim, I'm a Doctor not a ...damn, it's time I came clean, I'm not really a doctor either, I never even went to high-school!"