Doctor_J:
Defying the laws of physics, our character has his eyebrows on top of his hair.
Tumbler:
"He gots a purdy mouf, don he Ken?" "He shur do Ken."
EBs:
It looks like someone... has been confronted by an animated E-Street Band.
echostation:
"Wax on, wax off....Ahh..Who am I kidding?"
Evil_Furby:
"And from that day on... it was shiteater do this... shiteater do that... hey, shiteater, ready for school? ...c'mon shiteater, we're running late..."
Tumbler:
<pant pant wheeze pant pant cough> "CUT... take 5!"
Cerg:
She excercised on it for a week, after which, it became the most expensive ironing board ever purchased. (I have a weight machine. It's great for hanging plants.)
kmp:
Do I present myself now as her miserable slave, or do I have to debase myself first?
Cerg:
Of course when they realize what a wuss Chuck is, he'll be selling infusion cookware in no time.
Laserblast:
"NOT ENOUGH MEMORY. <A>BORT, <R>ETRY, <F>AIL?"
Cerg:
Not quite XX. Not quite XY. Scientists were baffled by his, um,her ... it's genome.
kmp:
Yep, down here at Paranoid Bob's Used Cars, if you can walk to 'em, you can buy 'em...jest keep them hands where I can see 'em, mister.
Cerg:
"Well, Don pulled out all my gold fillings for the late payment penalty. It could've been worse. I could have owed Sheets money" <shudder>
Emerald_Serpent:
Und after my stint as an East German schwimmer, I found my services useful with the Chinese track team, liebschen
Cerg:
"It's SIMPLE! Anyone can...geez. How'd that knot get in there. My hands are turning purple...um...a little help here?"
Jazzsoda:
"Dudes! I'm down witcha brah! I'm like totally, down with your black thing! I drink that brass monkey eight days of the week!" *hideous pummeling*
Tumbler:
So... you can buy a 'money maker'... no shit.
Tumbler:
"Buy my rod, Jim."