BuckFifty: Unknownst to most of their fans, the Spice Girls consider Richard Simmons a God. Here they are lending their support for his "Sweatin' Your Fat Ass to Grunge III" |
BuckFifty: "But I've already slept with this one...*giggle*" |
Angel_Noir: Posh hitchhikes to her next boy-toy. |
E_B_A: "But his breasts are larger than mine! Ha ha!" It was time for her medication. |
NightTrain: The Village People's "YMCA" meets Marvin Gaye's "Hitch Hike." |
JediClone: Hey kids! Can you guess the exact number of socks stashed in his hotpants and her bra? |
Beedo: HIM?! All those steroids have rendered him useless! |
Beedo: Don't bogart the roach, dude. |
Beedo: Duncan McLeaod shows up to hack of some heads. Well, I can dream, can't I? |
NightTrain: Not Gary Oldman?!? |
Xylorjax: Jeez...that guy takes one more drag and his head is gonna turn inside out . |
Neoknight: Ginger finds a man that she doesn't have to bend too much to blow! |
E_B_A: *TWEAK* *TWEAK* "My turn!" |
JediClone: Baby got back. |
Angel_Noir: During their final initiation, the Bennedictine Monks must endure the "Blonde Flashes Her Breasts" test... |
Xylorjax: ...Well, that's ONE way to win over the critics in the audience. |
NightTrain: "1-2-3-4, we don't want your f---ing war!" |
Matteus: HELLO CLEVELAND ARE YOU READY TO ROCK!!!!!!! |
Xylorjax: Even Ginger is taken aback at the sight Ted's suit. |
Matteus: AAAAHHHH!!!! IT'S ALAN THICKE!!! |
Angel_Noir: o/`"At the Crap-a, Crap-a Cabbana..." |
JediClone: Meanwhille, in a Mexican game show... or a Mexican talk show... or a Mexican newscast... |
Beedo: Jerry Lewis?! |
NightTrain: These poor folks mistakenly think they're at an Aretha Franklin concert. |
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