Moatas:
"I wasn't sure what Mr. Green meant when he said to me, 'You've got a nice pair.' Why that silly man could see I had a basket full."
Moatas:
"Are you sure this is how you make a 'TV dinner'?"
Chebster:
James Arness is The Printer.
Indomitus:
"1 bag of corn meal, 2 bags of flour, 1 pounch of millet seed, and the latest issue of Playsheep, if you will."
Moatas:
"I'm tellin' ya, Pa. If'n I don't get me some woman stuff, I'm gonna end up blind."
Moatas:
The year is 1895, the place New York City; Woody Hughes and John Flynt work hard at creating a new publication, Porno
MirandaRamsey:
Back when there was no TV, some jimminycripper built this hoopricker.
Moatas:
Somebody opened my can of whoop-ass and let it evaporate.
Moatas:
"I understand you're marrying The Virgin, Connie Swail... here's a hint, she likes it doggy-style."
Moatas:
"What sick perversion of the Wankle engine is this?!? Its a toaster? ...Cool."
The_Moatas:
It was either the Hindenburg, a spacecraft of unearthly origin or a flying condom
jildo:
This should be enough toilet paper to last Rush Limbaugh for the rest of the week.