Generik:
What I be needin' in mah mouf.
GuloGulo:
Holding his fingers three inches apart and grinning lewdly turned out not to be a good way to pick up chicks.
GuloGulo:
It's a little known fact that Georg Solti conducted with the baton crammed up his ass.
Hippie:
Waiting for the devil to come up t'New Hampshire, lookin' for a soul to steal...
sanspants:
"it's july? Jesus, how much egg nog did i drink?"
ArchHallJr:
"Great! Now all we need is Ian Anderson on flute and we've got a group!"
Generik:
The annual Bobbing for Raw Tripe competition went off swimmingly this year, with fewer cases of trichinosis reported than last year.
Generik:
"The Love Shat is a little old place where we can get together. Love Shat, baby. Over."
YingYang:
"Do you like to draw, sketch, run around in your undies claiming to be the Great Pumpkin? Sure, we all do...'
Generik:
Love Shaaa-aaaaat, that's where it's at, love Shaaa-aaat, that's where it's at...
YingYang:
"And this poon-tang you speak of? Does it come in mint flavor?"
Generik:
"Damn skippy, Bones. Those some FINE chocolate nipples. You hear me over there? FINE. CHOCOLATE. NIPPLES."
YingYang:
*Cue porn music*
IndoLangSyne:
I want a flaming tribble on a stick. I want Baba-bouie in a purple satin cape. I want my women dipped in Crayola fingerpaint! SciFi me!
JediClone:
You want me to help you get off this planet? What do I look like? A fuckin hyper-evolved *genius*?