PrezGAR:
I cant believe we're wearing the same Underoos!
GlitterRock:
.oO Heh heh .... the dumb bastards actually think the sun WILL come out tomorrow! Oo.
gleeb:
Thank you, Mr. Beauregard, and thanks to Violet, but we've considered linux and decided to go with an in-house source. Those little Oompa-Loompa bastards write great code.
gleeb:
Why the fuck is a raven like writing desk, anyway?
Zee:
"This just in- I'm enjoying my pudding cup."
TheDiva:
An oil-flavored ice cream cone...doesn't sound all that appealing to me.
TheDiva:
"Jane, you ignorant slut."
gleeb:
Tonight on The Evening Retort we've got some lovely glassware, and a bit of a departure for us, some ceramic crucibles.
tinaw:
Tonight only at The Evening Resort, two courtesans for the price of one!
tinaw:
.oO Where's the James Bondage newsletter? Oo.
Sidesk:
"Don't drink and drive? Get outta here!"
gleeb:
"You from outta town? OK, I take you scenic route!"
GlitterRock:
Segregation was an ugly thing.
Cyberbeast:
There's a sign below it that reads "Green-haired, orange, freaky people need not apply."
gleeb:
Ahem. Don't ask any Wonkas.
BlakHat1:
No Stairway, Either!
AgentMoldy:
Brett Somers debuts her newest wig from the Dairy Queen Collection.
TrezKu:
"Say hi to the people manuscript." / **hi to the people manuscript**