rickubis:
Guess what I made for lunch! I'll give you a hint. Here, kity, kitty, kitty.
rickubis:
They got my bait! Got any more kittens?
rickubis:
What are you doing? Oh! Caption This! Hey, COOL! Rickubis is on today!
rickubis:
Pretty fancy toilet paper, considering only one brown eye really sees it up close.
rickubis:
Well, I've learned *one* thing. You don't piss into the wind. Look at my shirt.
rickubis:
Damned if *I* know what happened. I bought this carton with a picture of a kid on it. I opened it, and a kid popped out!
rickubis:
After turning in 10 drawings of this type. Little Bob's home was investigated, and yes, he WAS being force fed Clorox.
rickubis:
It's a flock of naked lambs, they're pissed, armed, and they want their woll back.
rickubis:
OK. The tide's come in, and the bubbles have stopped coming up. Let's leave before someone notices we buried the kids.
rickubis:
"Hey! Let's watch this inert lump of metal, it's GREAT entertainment." "Well, it's'reality-based' like 'Survivor,' and twice as interesting. OK!"
rickubis:
Nope, sorry. I'm digging as deep as I can. There's just not enough earwax for everyone.
rickubis:
There's no place like home... there's no place like home. Hey, it's working!!
rickubis:
.oO {Another damn Smurf. Got to bury it, quick.}
rickubis:
Ma!! Come see what I coughed up! I think it's moving.
rickubis:
Of course Bunky doesn't want a glass of milk. He's a TEDDY BEAR!! He's DEAD!!!
rickubis:
Who would have thought that they'd have GUNS?
rickubis:
My mother had an affair with..... a cantalupe. I know who it is, but I just can't call it "daddy." I just... can't.
rickubis:
Your boss is named Dick, too? Since we both work under a Dick, maybe we're testicles!