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"Welcome to Fantasy #347, Dr. Smith."
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"Fur may be murder on Earth, June, but here in space you can shut yer damn piehole."
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"Ladies and Gentlemen..... Leif Garrett!" *hushed silence*
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"I'd like to ask for... ONE Meeelion Pesos!" *snickers* "What?!?!"
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....and that, boys and girls, is what we call a "footjob"
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Dr. Smith's Roscoe P. Coltrain went over well at all the space parties. "Cootie-Coot-Coot!"
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"Oohhhh, right in the ground round! That's gonna leave a mark!"
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.oO "There's just GOT to be a hole on this thing somewhere!"
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*strum* "Some people call me the Space Cowboy!" *strum* "Some call me the gangster of love"
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When Cheech and Chong's Collide!
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Aw, C'mon Sci-fi Channel... it's lunchtime for goodness sakes!
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All of a sudden it becomes "Lust in Space." *wokaa chikka*
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I was just commenting on the lack of good Spanish theater like two days ago... God bless!
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June dreams of the day when she too can be a WWF Diva..... *sigh*
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"Oh, there you are, Dr. Smith. Could you keep it a little more quiet down there? This echoes you know."