bugwber:
.oO{Someone dropped chocolate on the floor. Ewww!!!! It's not chocolate!}
Generik:
"Talk to the hand, bitches."
Racerex:
Apparently, the builders ran out of paving stones when they made the fireplace, so they used old loaves of bread instead.
JoeCrow:
Teeth or No Teeth
That was Uncle Fester's ponder
cambria36:
So you bitches finally got dinner ready, eh?
WEIRD_1:
You go for the balls, I'll go for the food.
Lanzman:
"Yeah, used to have three dogs. But times are tough, food's gettin' expensive, and you know how it is."
AAAron333:
Look, I'm not accusing anyone. I just want to know where my steak sandwich went. I mean, it's not like it grew legs and walked off. Mr. Tinkles, please look at me when I'm speaking to you!
Tumbler:
World of Disney - Sunday 7PM.
'Adventureland'
"The Master would often have to get new dogs whenever his stories about how each stone in the fireplace had a rich history that he so loved to tell, that well, just weren't special to the those darned dogs anymore. It looks like old Caramel will be getting a new partner soon."
"Right Caramel?" "Ha ha."
"Nope, Old Caramel won't answer. He's too 'enthralled' with the stories The Master tells... and with table-snacks that he won't be sharing with Ginger, soon."
flavio:
Old wrestlers don't die, they just move to a cabin in VT and gobble down large portions of Louisiana style cooking while awaiting the eternal smackdown.
Agent_Moldy:
"I dunno, Mooksie, whatta ya think?"
"I dunno, Spike, I mean, dis guy, he don't even *offer* us a bite o'dat ham, y'know? Hell, not even an *onion*, man!"
"Exactly! So whatta ya think, Mooksie? Ya think we should take his food?"
"I got a better idea. Let's maul 'im 'n' feed him his own arm."
"OOO! Or *we* eat his arm, AND da food on his table, and we make *him* watch!"
"I like da way you think, Spike."
*horrific mauling ensues*
BuckFifty:
"Man's best friend indeed... remember to cradle the nutsack this time."
Steve_Reeves:
I can't look. Last time he bit a guest in the balls the screaming haunted my dreams for a week.
Amon:
It's like the writers of the "Saw" movies aren't even trying anymore.
UpSky2:
Is it just me, or were those dogs so photoshopp'd in, that they can't smell the food?
Kota:
I KNOW Rex was your brother, but... well... the stew just isn't any good without some meat, and.. I mean...
Daleman:
Good boy, now fetch me the peanut butter.
Racerex:
It was the same thing every Friday night: Rex would hypnotize Bob while Twinkles kept watch. After that, it was a free for all at the dinner table.