AgentQ:
"Guys, check it out, she's totally grooving on his armpit sweat! I've never seen anything like it! You think he's got those, what do they call 'em, fair oh moans?"
Reynard_T_Fox:
"Does anyone know how to find something in the Black Pages? I'm going blind over here."
Seltaeb:
"Why, as a matter of fact, my daddy doesn't sleep at night. Why?"
Jazzsoda:
Everybody always brought their own snacks to the lynching, but tolerance had really worn thin for Richie and his empty Crisco tin straw slurps.
Seltaeb:
Is he drinking a can of Crisco with a straw?
HanoverF:
A Kenneth Mars Hammock sounds like more fun than it turns out to be
Seltaeb:
"Gee, Donna, I thought you'd enjoy our trip to see the world's largest gravy boat! And rides are free!"
AgentQ:
It was always so embarrasing when Ken would get up from the dinner table only to find the tablecloth got caught on his belt buckle.
Reynard_T_Fox:
And the chef, oblivilous to what else is going on, just sits and stoically waits for the meat which was promised, a single tear coursing down his cheek.
Seltaeb:
"Would you mind trading spots with me, Rob? I can see the chef's spatula from here..."
AgentQ:
That doesn't go there!
Jazzsoda:
Time for another spellbinding game of rock, paper, scissors, steeple, horse, seagull, vagina, cup 'o milk, mouth, octopus, thumb's up!
McFrenzy:
The submarine fires off the torpedo, distracting Johnny long enough for the chair to push the streetlight onto Johnny's head, that's why you should never serve spaghetti & meatballs on Cinco de Mayo.
McFrenzy:
Thank you for inviting me over to your house on Cinco De Mayo, but what's with the spaghetti and meatballs?
McFrenzy:
High School Janitor Power! Unite!
McFrenzy:
Always start your day off with a good squirt of grapefruit in your eye, then take the cat out of the freezer and say cheerfully, "Good morning, cat!"
McFrenzy:
This is that episode of The Walton's when everyone slept late and missed watching The Walton's in syndication.
McFrenzy:
First one off has to hit himself.