Dairai:
Day 7: I find myself deep in the wilds of Grosse Pointe Park. Any slip-up now could be fatal. "Hey, you wanna get off my roof?" Damn, I've been spotted...
Hippie:
Suddenly, her breasts form a union.
skratchpikl:
What strange things have been revealed on the Shroud of Ample.
Hippie:
A pentagram? Well, I guess we know WHOSE Lord of the Dance he is...
Hippie:
Shrine to Lucifer, by Mattel. Stench of brimstone, sold separately.
Tumbler:
Ask any of Marge's friends and they'll tell you... Marge has the cleanest bathroom in town. "Noooo! ...I don't need a light, Marge ... I can see fine."
Tumbler:
"Bob... ain't no music OR lightshow, that's gonna cover the go-go girls on meathooks... what the Hell were you thinking?"
Hippie:
The Yale shirt, may have seemed like she was lording her education over him, but it didn't bother him as much as .. her post-graduate Oxford panties...
Meldrick:
"OK, here's an oldie for ya, 'What goes into 13 twice? Huh? Huh? ROMAN POLANSKI! Yeeehahahahha <snort> haha.... awwww, c'mere you!"
skratchpikl:
"Hey Tumbler! Piece of Amplehyman about to impact your home in five... four.... three..."
Tumbler:
"Please Grandma, put your nighty back on." (... two... one... nope, just wiped out the neighbor's herd of riding mowers though... thanks for the warning.)
Hippie:
Order God now and get this killer blooper tape, including giraffes, Ethiopia and Carrot Top.
Tumbler:
"...and with my area placed so... it's just a short roll down hill."
Jazzsoda:
"Well, after I got back from Korea, I decided to start a new life... I'd always enjoyed wearing mom's panties, so... *hack spit*
Meldrick:
Mrs. Bob Dole says, vote for Mrs Bob Dole because Mrs Bob Dole, is nothing like Mrs Bob Dole's husband.
JoeCrow:
Jack's still doing a nickle at Attica, for taking Lil' Jill up the hill
Dairai:
My guess is, he *wouldn't* know where the staplers are...
Jazzsoda:
"Brad Pitt lays to rest, all of the claims that he's a shit actor, in this stunning portrayal of a waffle, sans butter.