Daleman:
Who's idea was it to put on our Sunday best for a pie eating contest?
Locdog07:
Even his sideburns look tubby.
UnReality:
"Uh oh. Cappers."
Daleman:
I'm in charge now. First order of business, I want all these chairs refitted with rich Corrinthian leather.
saint_marie:
The Final Incarnation of Michael Jackson.
darkestfire:
o/~ In the Star-fleet, gonna sail the endless space! In the Star-fleet, gonna nail some alien babes! ~\o
Saltydog:
"Oh, come on, sir. The new spaceport security's not that bad." "But they made me--take off--my SHOES!"
saint_marie:
The latest in Mafia Noir decorating... next on Martha Stewart.
lil_amish_boy:
"Star Trek, please hold... Star Trek, please hold... Star Trek, how may I direct your cap?"
Agent_Moldy:
Sulu mixes some phat beats. "Now to add a little Pink Lady & Jeff and A Taste of Honey in and dis new mix will be the shiz-nit! Mad props comin' my way, yo!"
Soozcat:
.oO(pudding)
Tommysdad:
Apparently, someone's cast a vote for Buffoon's ex-wife's heart.
da_upstart:
"... yo momma."
da_upstart:
Benny Hill infiltrates the base and finds the top-sectret booby.
Agent_Moldy:
Wow, such disbursement... such aesthetic placement... Ying, I'm impressed.
UnReality:
"Whatever it is, me and the refrigerator don't like it."
flavio:
ALTAR BOYS DRINK FREE NIGHT
Xigeous:
At the creation of the Universe, all of the stars raced to get good seats. Unfortunately, Earth got stuck rotatating around an under-achiever. (strange cap)
NurseNoir:
"It's da voodoo, Ah tells yuh!"
saint_marie:
Pitching a Tent Lesson #408: Never, never, ever think of Whoopie Goldberg.
Scouty:
Let the shooting gallery begin!! If I get a star and a supporting cast member, I get a Lance Bass voodoo doll!