Occupant:
Odd But True #46: In Rawlings County, Indiana, all autopsies are preceded by a close harmony rendition of "Up in the Air, Junior Birdmen."
sanspants:
"a message for the great satan? i'm sorry, he's not here right now. try back later."
Hippie:
Yeah, I've seen countless ones like this--monkey gets drunk, shoots the owner, accidentally kills self with a Hi-C juice box--well, I guess I haven't seen it.
Occupant:
"Did you make sure he was dead?" "Yup. No pulse, but I pumped three slugs into him, just in case." "Good man!"
sanspants:
in some cultures, one blesses a new home or apartment by clucking and dancing in circles like a chicken. not this one, though. he's just a fuck up.
GuloGulo:
Sonny adds to his already overwhelming collection.
Stevev:
Hockey hair kills one in four users. It's time you knew the truth.
screaming_fist:
"ET phone 10-10-321!"
deadparrot:
"Gilligan?"
144b:
Im pining for the flordges! WAK!
Hummer:
"koo, ka roo koo koo, koo koo, howzit goin eh?, I'm Dough this is my brother Bob, welcome to the Great White North."
Generik:
"...So she says to me, 'Help me, OB/GYN Kenobi!' an' I tell her 'I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no Jedis,' and she says..."
Mr_Grant:
Hey, that's the motto of both Ron Jeremy AND President Clinton.
Indomitus:
"WEEEEE-HOOOO!!!" "Damn it, Billy-Bob! Stop rolling the shuttle!" ...why they don't send rednecks into space.
SpiderGecko:
Ya know, I find that most food really tastes even better after it's been liquified...