Flanker:
"I'm sorry Mr. Gere, I can't find any gerbils. Would you like a hamster?" "NO!! Only a gerbil will do!!!" *evil laugh*
Bros:
Billy hated class visits to the Retired Bully Home. Always lost his milk money.
E_B_A:
"Dad. I need help. Bad. My hair has formed a carefully planned and executed invasion of my body." "That's just puberty, son."
Agent_Moldy:
SEE dirty laundry everywhere cower in fear as it's attacked by *dum, dum, dummm!* DETERGENT!!! *screaming ensues*
E_B_A:
"Leave alone boys... cain't ya'll see this racoon is birthin' me?"
Hippie:
I've had this grab so many times I have nightmares about this phone number. The address lingers in my eyelids. "Party Zone" appears in my Alpha-Bits.
Scouty:
"He he. I loves the big city!" "Uh, sir, that's a phone." "Not a slut machine?" "Uh, slot" "Yer welcome"
two:
I'll save you the trouble...Pugsley $3.50, Wednesday $ 5, Cousin it $ .75, Uncle Fester --Free
Jazzsoda:
For girls who don't believe the dog did it, press 88 and run from the room.
Hippie:
Quite the quirky fellow, Mr. Sinatra could only sing with his best voice directly into a skeletal hand while facing a Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Aunt Jemima.
Jazzsoda:
You wouldn't believe what I found in my Mounds bar! I'm SO getting a refund it's not even funny.
Seltaeb:
And so, Angela and Tony consumated their marriage by nothing but the glow of the wall-mounted Simon. It came with the house, you see.
Reynard_T_Fox:
"Frankly my dear, you can cram it up your ass with walnuts." "...NEXT!"
Jazzsoda:
"AXLE FALLS OFF" Dick Dink and the Pink Finks, "FAMILY CAREENS TO THEIR FLAMING DEATH" The Slanderamics
Fuquad:
The "Where, B*tch?" project.