 JediClone: "A mirror! GIVE ME A MIRROR!" *Looks like Jamie Lee Curtis now *Insane laughter *Murderous rampage |  HanoverF: Watch where you stand when David Lee Roth is hocking up a hairball |  Tyranosauris: "He loves me.  UnReality: Yup, nothin' like gettin' it on in the Pottery Barn...  Jazzsoda: Wait, it costs... your teenage daughter? Damn. Does that include frosted layers? Oh, okay. That's not that bad.  TyranosaurisRex: .o0O(I can't believe I had to get deloused just to appear on The Dating Game.)O0o.  Jazzsoda: "Wait, is my hair supposed to have the consistency of Hubba Bubba now?" "Uhm... er... Yes it is." "COOL!" *chews hair contentedly*  GersonK: Solution - Hard Gay Hair  MonsterGoGo: "The woods look gorgeous today." "Thats actually a picture. This is a set." "It's all..a lie!? *tears down pictures* They're all LIES! *rampages through the set* IT'S ALL A LIE! MY LIFE IS A FUCKING LIE!"  Dibbley: *quack quack quack*  UnReality: Yeah, honey, it's the hair's fault. JoeAnthrax: "Why yes, it has tunnelled all the way through my dura mater and is slowly working its way into my DUUUURRRR..."  Reynard: Never come unarmed to a hair battle again!  JoeAnthrax: "187 G?!?" "Yes, undeniable proof that the founding fathers were actually the Original Gangstas!"  Occupant: Frankly, Combs, I believe George W. Bush will go down as the greatest president in HAW HAW HAW!!! I almost made it! Yeah! You owe me a dollar!  soth: "Some people don't like coins, and I just want to fuck their shit up. See this fist? I could fuck up so many coin-haters with this fucking fist."  MonsterGoGo: When trying to reach out into other markets fail: "Now hold on girlfriend. This coin is duh BOMBS'izzle'iggity." "Is it Bling Bling'ing my honkey friend?" "Bling-Bling'iddy!" "Werd."  GuloGulo: "Well, that's what the hookers call me."  jack_routers: *stabbed with rusty penknife, dirty razor, bloody syringe...*  TravisBickle: Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my MRI now.  jack_routers: Roger Moore IS Kunta Kinte IN A Root to a Kill.  Jazzsoda: Sometimes, the rigor-mortis sets in early. REAL early. Like before the body even hits the ground. These are the days that make the job worth it.  Reynard: "Helen darling?" "Yes, Frankie darling?" "Pull my finger." *poot* *both giggle incessantly*  jack_routers: "Hi, I'm Tim, it's been 62 years since I had my last birth." "HI TIM!"  GuloGulo: I guess a golfer with no arms would be pretty funny.  soth: In Alaska, our women, like our landscapes, are broad and sweeping.  GuloGulo: Side effects may include temporary metallicization of the skin.  Jazzsoda: "Bet you die first!" "Tad! That's not a very romantic-" *shoves her into bushes* "I WIN!" *every Sunday morning jog is like this*  TravisBickle: Barbara Bush and Joan Rivers dare you to guess where their hands are on the next Let's Kill Travis' Sex Drive  GuloGulo: Hate keeps her strong.  MonsterGoGo: "So what's this special talent of yours Mrs. Ripples?" *woman begins making chiming noises along with the other antiques* "Whoa...where the hell did she go!?"  Jazzsoda: Wait, so after you retire, whatever you happen to be doing at any given moment becomes your public identity? Cool!
Jazzsoda - Sandwich Maker
 Reynard: "Isn't it a lovely day, Mr. Hemingway?" "I'll hunt you for god damned sport." "What?" "*grumble*" |
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