syd_lexic:
Good news Mr. Tumor, we've managed to extract the person.
DiscoBoy:
A shot from the Robbie Knievel Fuck-Up Cam.
DiscoBoy:
In a surprising twist, Sherlock Holmes reveals that he's really John Holmes.
DiscoBoy:
Linda Hunt is growing exponentially! Run!
DiscoBoy:
"Honey! Our order from DwarfMart is here!"
DiscoBoy:
"If I've told you kids once, I've told you a thousand times -- don't leave your crystal meth out where the cat can get into it!"
DiscoBoy:
Why is Kid Rock trying to break *into* the Bastille?
DiscoBoy:
.oO(Damn! I'll never get this! Now I wish I hadn't slept through Joint Rolling 101 in seminary...)
Mr_Grant:
Hark! A moo of distress.. Somewhere there's a cow in trouble. This looks like a job for: Cow Boy!
DiscoBoy:
David Croenberg's Titanic.
DiscoBoy:
"Come look at this, honey! The lawn gnome's pretending he's an insurance salesman!"
DiscoBoy:
"Hey! You been pimpin' wit' my nigga Coolio? Well, knock it off! I'm tryin' to sleep up in here!"
144b:
Tell the trut. Is my but too saggey?
DiscoBoy:
"Yeah, I got it real cheap from some chick named Pandora. Wanna open it and see what's inside?"
DiscoBoy:
Frank hasn't been right in the head ever since he realized every Emily Dickinson poem can be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas."
TrezKu:
"I think we know where your poodle is, sir."
Mr_Grant:
Tinky Winky! Po! La-La!
YingYang:
"I'm in heat."