Tumbler: Yes, we had B&W, but, Tumbler soon realized, that NOBODY knew attennas like his Dad... sure, the neighbors had color - but, hey, everyone's not unshaven. (That obscure ref, concerns fuzzy reception.) |
E_B_A: "So... Mr. Welles... is that PURE gravy you're drinking there?" "I'd smack you, but my arms are too heavy to swing..." |
MirandaRamsey: Sexual intellectuals, the greatest and most ineffectual intellectuals, of all! |
Hippie: So three weeks after the crash I had to start eating my fellow passengers... *sob*. And a day after THAT, wouldn't you know it, my razor broke! Shit on me week! |
Jazzsoda: "Now that Art's cap has doomed me to a life of dreaming about Satan's Dick, singing Cardigan's songs, I've taken up painting my nightmares..." |
Dairai: Purple Haze! Woooo....!! |
Jazzsoda: Buster Douglas rolls over in bed. *clang* *crash* *shatter* "Uh man... time to call room service." |
Tumbler: This way to Satan's Penis --> |
Fee: "Hmm, horses... I count thirty, thirty-five. What say you, Redfeather?" |
SunSinner: Little Timmy had to learn about the birds and the bees sooner or later, but the poor thing should've never been subjected to hard core praying mantis'ing. |
Artanas: "Hey folks, Satan's Penis here with a word about contraception. Love me, love me!" |
Agent_Moldy: o/...my fair lady. Take the key and lock him up, lock him up, lock him up...o/ |
Tumbler: "5 off the 14 ... 2 cushions ... hmm ... side pocket. Move your damn drink .. and your hand." "Whaaaa?" |
Tumbler: "Forget Viagra, guys... you all need another Rolling Rock... trust me on this one." |
animebabe: "It's nice of you to want to go for a walk Billy." "Yeah, well, Grandpa said the old bitch needed taken out to pee; I thought I'd let him stay home with the dog." |
Dairai: o/ since the networks cancelled me *duh dun* I found a new place in hell *duh dun* It's right at the the end of the cable line it's... SciFi Hotel...o/ |
Agent_Moldy: "You're right, Mom, amplehymen _does_ make a good shower curtain!" |
Jazzsoda: Hitchhiking is a three-step process. First, you rely on the ol' thumb in the air. Next, you fall back on your boyish good looks. No luck? Throw the dog! |
Previous Gallery | Tumbler's Caption Galleries | Next Gallery |