DiscoBoy:
Dick York plays a tense game of Go Fish with Jeffrey Dahmer. Winner gets to cook lunch.
Hinermad:
Day 87. Cannolongerlift handawayfrompaper... jewelrytooheavy... tospacewords...
NumanEllium:
"I got slow-server-syndrome, doc. Can ya give me some more o' that morphine?" / "No, but as a substitute you can watch the Mighty Morphine Power Rangers."
Saltydog:
"...and the lantern will be lighted. CAUTION: use only in a well ventikated--vemmilabed--vemstik --ah, heck, I'm gonna turn in."
Hinermad:
Please excoose Jimmy from the war. Signed, Jimmy's Mom.
Hinermad:
Either today is chipped beef day, or somebody pooped in my hat. I don't want to taste it - it might be chipped beef.
Saltydog:
"What the hell? Have an accident?" "No, thanks, just had one."
NumanEllium:
"Get off yer duff, Private GoWest, and get to capping." / "But, Sarge - I've been driving all day."
Mr_Grant:
Where 'you lollygaggers think you are, the European Theater?
NumanEllium:
Must've been *some* haircut...
Saltydog:
"Gee, Captain, it's great to be living in this futuristic world of 1982." "It sure is, Jimmy. Activate the Computometer."
NumanEllium:
"I'd say these apes have evolved a bit more since our last visit..."
Daleman:
I swear, the clock *is* our leader. <snicker>
Geenius:
12:00 12:00 12:00 12:00 12:00 12:00 12:00 12:00 12:00 12:00 12:00
Geenius:
"If we don't come out within half an hour, assume we've found a bitchin' kegger . . . and don't wait up."
sylvermystique:
Tengo el estomage reruelto. Mucho grande chichi, pichi conlero. (translate to english for me someone)
Wicker_Chair:
"Sorry, I don' speak no messican, and I done plan on spekin' none of that thar messican..."
Geenius:
Earl never knew what hit him.