Moatas:
"There's a gun in your garter belt and I'm putting a knife in your bun." // "For pete's sake, Helen, its just a date."
Dante83:
Henry A, Bowman- Now resides in his mother's basement with his two cats.
gleeb:
Author of "Adultery for Elizabethans", "Divorce for Victorians", and "Shacking Up for Post-Colonials"
Dante83:
"See honey, it's a great day to take the Stradivarius for a walk. I love our modern marriage."
gleeb:
She: hoping being a "modern married" will mean more say in important family finance decisions.
He: Hoping being a "modern married" will mean oral sex.
Dante83:
I think it's great that someone married this guy despite his insistence on taking his ventriloquist dummy everywhere.
gleeb:
.oO He can give that dummy all the ham he wants, so long as he saves the pork for me. Oo.
Dante83:
Oh, Resusi- Annie, how I love you.
cambria36:
Try this automatic hand-washer at your own risk.
E_the_E:
There's been a horrible accident at the studio; They filmed 'Hobgoblins'.
Beckett:
"Whoa, Bobby! Easy with that trunk, son. That's my headless tors...uh, I mean my old school books are in there!"
UnReality:
Joe Versus the Rolodex
UnReality:
"Hank, quit burnin' that Sterno! The baby's gotta eat!"
gleeb:
Hide the spinach, Ma! That crazy sailor's back!
Beckett:
"Pacific Gas and Electric has harnessed the power of the Three Bean casserole and captured it in the sleeping bags of Scout Troop 73 to light your homes."
144b:
Behold, the Toast of St. Martin!
wd40:
Miss West, I might have used too much starch in your corset . . .
tinaw:
Liberace's' night light. Always outdoing everyone.
Dante83:
That would be a tough one to get on your head when drunk at a party.
144b:
Come to the South American Mall See the Old Nazi theater players in, Kiss Me, Kate.
Dante83:
Hm, the original Geos were a lot larger, it seems.
screaming_fist:
"Hello, my name is Bill and I'm a parallelipiped."
wd40:
Look out, JimmyBob, he's about to spit!
cambria36:
Fred squatted to take a crap and froze solid. We'll find out what the hell he was thinking after the Spring thaw
bluegem:
Loch Ness foo dog? wha' the?
bluegem:
I've had it up to HERE with you copying me! Get your OWN Style!
Dante83:
Why, it's just like a Jan Vermeer paintingm, what with the corner and the woman and the window and the compost toilet.
AMCrulz:
"I forget, is that the baby or the placenta?"
Scypha:
Somehow I sense a bit of sexual innuendo when we enter that tunnel up ahead.
JurassicPork:
To Hercule Poirot's horror, he'd missed the Orient Express and wound up on The Emporer of the North and had to deal with Ernest Borgnine.
wd40:
I been looking for a tunnel for nigh onto a year and a half . . . If something don't turn up soon, I'm taking things into my own hands.