LauraPrancer:
...help conquer Lord Voldemort, and see Harry as the victor.
gleeb:
...pick up litter that could give fallout a place to hide. Remember, litter isn't just unsightly, it could cost your family their lives.
TheGhostOfIMissYetToCome:
consume huge quantities of figgy pudding, to gorge ourselves on it's creamy sweetness and to sit, satisfied and ready for a nap, cuz tomorrow just might suck out loud!
UnReindeerality:
"Ah, nothin' like a radiation tan..."
TheGhostOfIMissYetToCome:
.oO(That bitch told me *no*... NO ONE tells me *no*) *pat, pat, pat*
mistlebeezo:
Here or crack scientists are hard at work.... well, this guy's just an idiot. Let's move on.
gleeb:
Are you good at those crane things at the County Fair? Did you get at least a B in algebra? Then you can enter the exciting world of nuclear engineering!
gleeb:
Look, there's a space there! Shove over!
CrazyBob:
All right who forgot to wake up Herbie for the 6 O'clock mitosis?
JingleHo:
"Hey! Skooch over! Ow! You're standing on my cilia!"
LauraPrancer:
"Yup, thems mah skin cells." "Why's there a hole?" "Uh, I dunno. Maybe it has somthing to do with that nuclear holocaust..."
JingleHo:
Mayberry. 1953. The first annual butt-sniffing convention.