FryGirl:
"What do YOU think of the picture I drew, imaginary talk show audience?"
thebigkahuna:
"Ah tol' you ta git outta town 'for sunset, varmint. Time to meet yer maker. Now DRAW!"
FryGirl:
Looks like you need to clean the resin out of the one-hitter.
thebigkahuna:
The crew leaves in disgust, realizing this culture is stuck in Retro 80's Big Hair Band worship.
gleeb:
$2.50 for lunch? No wonder you're puttin' on the pounds, Tubby!
da_upstart:
Weed............................ 60.00
FryGirl:
And now back to "Anal Retentive Journal"
wd40:
Earnings are up for Ra, but the evangelicathon for Osiris has hit aplateau!
gleeb:
Remember: spikes UP.
Agent_Moldy:
Enjoy Our Whiteness!
Dirigo:
The Oaks are attacking! The Oaks are attacking!
FryGirl:
ssssshhhh *CRASH* "Dammit, I'm telling you the trailer's on an incline!"