Tinassman:
One word son... Oats
amycamus:
NOT a great motto for a recreational skydiving company.
devildoll:
"Hoo boy! I'll be right back, pardner - that last sausage biscuit is sending me a message."
Loodvig:
Look out! Johnny Rotten's gonna explode!
Loodvig:
Will Wonka's drug addiction years.
amycamus:
Dan yelled into the forest. "J'ACCUSE!" But the forest said nothing in reply.
amycamus:
"No kiddin! *I* used ta work at Three Miles Island too! What a coincidence!"
Loodvig:
"Oy Lassie! I need to make a slingshot out of your brassiere to kill the croc..."
BuckFifty:
*writing* Dear Mom... having fun at camp... s'mores... icky boys across the lake... hiding the body... rock hard alibi... Love, Suzy.
cscott:
"Grr... I'll show you 'Ollie ollie oxenfree' ya punk kids..."
CountJerkula:
Cool! 38 cents, a dry cleaning tag, and a condom!