 Hippie: I don't understand... why does every new culture whip their dicks out at us? Are we sending mixed signals? |  Agent_Moldy: "In Russia, Jesus crucifies you!" | AgentQ: *emerges from Brundle's telepod* "I am Obi-Wan Bond! World-famous superspy and mystical guru! Holder of ancient truths and a Walther PPK! Cool times two!--" *slips on banana peel* *everyone laughs* *reputation ruined*  Reynard: "I'M CRAZY EUROPEAN PLUG ADAPTER HEAD MAN! GIMME SOME SMALL APPLIANCES!" E_B_A: For a time, Trent Reznor tried to open his own chain of restaurants to compete with Chuck E. Cheese but, well, let's just say parents didn't feel comfortable taking their children there.  Generik: "I... AM... IRON... FERRET!" *cue fuzzy electric guitar riff*  AgentQ: It was a custom in the African tribe of the Nabutni that, each morning, the Nabutni chief would assemble a new crown right on his own head, without using a mirror to check his work. If he screwed up, he was deposed.  WB: Lengthen my digit, it amuses me.  teambanzai: Oh my God! The Osmonds have mutated.  E_B_A: Wow... it's not often you see Bill O'Reilly's ego manifested in physical form. Quick... get a shovel.  Generik: Jack and Meg White have adopted a slightly new look, I see.  Reynard: It's never a good day when your shoulder devil immolates your shoulder angel and runs away laughing.  Seltaeb: Airport security, 2012. AgentQ: "Now, He-Man, you shall hand over your half of the magic sword whose name I can't be bothered to google!" "For the last time, I'm not He-Man--" "Yeah, and I'm not Skeletor! Whatever! Guards, take him to the slime pit!"  GodoHell: "You're sure that's Sam Jackson?" 'Positive. We better take another flight.'  MonsterGoGo: "What is this!? What'd you pt on me!?" "Its a headband Rick." "It looks terrible! It's serving no function!" "It's 1980 Rick, this is only the beginning." "No...get it off! GET IT OFF!"  Seltaeb: "Batter-dipped poop ropes! You remembered!"  Hippie: Flash... do you ever think there may be colors other than red out there? *If there are, they should just fucking shoot themselves in the fucking head for not being red. I'm not even kidding.  E_B_A: "Oh hey... the kids got that hook to pick you, huh? Great... guess I'll just wait here with these stuffed animals... ALONE. ...dammit."  Jazzsoda: I hate when I wake up the morning after a party and find the insides of my lava lamp swirling in the toilet.
Along with several of my teeth.  Seltaeb: It must be an important bulletin if they're using that large a push-pin.  Reynard: "Bizarro Eminem am winner of compliment contest!" Seltaeb: "I am not amused. Could somebody re-weld my eyebrows so that they look more angry, please?"  Seltaeb: Spiderman's cousin was able to spew aftershave from his wrists.  Jazzsoda: Jazzsoda's Ultimate Childhood Fantasy #472: What if you combined C3P0, Darth Maul, and the clockwork owl from Clash of the Titans? JUCF #472 Result: Ultimately very disappointing.  JediClone: Richard Simmon's "Waterboarding To The Oldies"  HanoverF: When I asked how Freddie Mercury composed the music for this film I was asking in more of a hoping for a trite answer and that there wouldn't be slides kind of way  Soozcat: He runs a cake-decorating business on the side. Very lucrative.  Jazzsoda: Hell's Bureau of Ironic Punishments, Stoner Division: "Still wish you were drowning in the good shit, Mister Spicoli? Mwa ha ha haaa!"  Generik: King's Knight to Queen's Tit. Check and mate, motherfucker.  Jazzsoda: *KSHHH* "He-Man! You must fly to save us on your flying space skiff with a gun on the front! Over!" "FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME I'M HE-Mmm-I MEAN I'M FLASH GORDON! OVER!"  Hippie: Well, if you don't like that one, Flash, we can go back to the forest background. *Nah, let's just do this one, then let's do one on the white with the "Class of 2008" props... Soozcat: *flies out of Theater 6* *buzzes The Blue Lagoon and Popeye* *settles into Xanadu and lives happily ever after*  HanoverF: "Be a dear and see if anyone's at the anus, will you. I mean door. Why do I always make that mistake?"  Agent_Moldy: Ahh, the 80's. All the girls had Lisa Frank folders, all the boys had this... Good times. Good times.  Reynard: The death ray turned out to be one of those gag models that shot a flag that said "BANG" on it. Still fatal at really close range, though. They ought to have a warning.  Hippie: Hawkdad to the rescue! I... no, over here, Hawkdad... no, Hawkdad, no... you've got the wrong end of the mace, Hawdad, you--Jesus, it's the internet incident all over again...  Occupant: Gummi bomb  Reynard: "You all look ridiculous." |
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