![]() GuloGulo: The tree has a steely! | ![]() Unreality: You never bring a tree to a knife fight. | ![]() Soozcat: It had better be a spell checker. ![]() Zonk: Survival Smoking Jacket Survival Cream Cheese Survival Salad Fork Survival Dylan Vinyl Album ![]() echostation: *circumcised knife also available ![]() Generik: ♪ "Bringing in the sheaths, bringing in the sheaths, we will come rejoicing, bringing in the-" "Dude, it's 'sheaves,' not 'sheaths.' Like wheat." "I don't rejoice about bringing in wheat. I rejoice at sharp blades." ![]() CrabofDoom: Rise up to the challenge of your rival. ![]() Thwacky: "More fresh parmesan, sir?" ![]() echostation: "One of these is going up your ass today. I'm gonna give you a break and let you decide which one." ![]() CrabofDoom: "My feets was nasty crusty, yo." ![]() GizM: She married Master P and became Kelly P-P. R. Kelly immediately became interested. ![]() Jazzsoda: These new iPod speakers smell like my grandma's feet, I want my $10 back. ![]() HanoverF: Damn thing turned my foot into a hand. This is worse than the Best Buy repair department ![]() teambanzai: use it on your feet use it on your walls, spread it on your toast Christ what do we care. ![]() HanoverF: Yuck! This is the last time I trust you to make a simple quesadilla ![]() d_cat_chopra: Just got punched in the sham by Batman. ![]() WB: Brown Cow! ![]() CrabofDoom: "Spilled water!" "That's nice, Dave." "Hot grease!" "We get it-" "Sprinkler jamboree!" "That's en- wait, what?!" "BOOGIDY CHARCOAL! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" ![]() Agent_Moldy: ShamU ![]() GizM: "A tickle bazooka! Awesome blossom!" ![]() CrabofDoom: "It's BLUE! My god, I'm pregnant!" "Billy, the sponge is always bl-" "No time to talk! I gotta go register with Garden Weasel!" *rides out on Rug Doctor* ![]() GuloGulo: Wow, I'm really a sucker. Wow, I bought a fucking rag off the TV. ![]() AgentQ: "MAY FRANKENSTEIN TAKE YOUR ORDER?" ![]() echostation: "I just shit my pants." "WOW!" "One time I fucked a shampoo bottle." "WOW!" "I drizzled diarrhea all over your Turtle Sundae." "WOW!" ![]() HanoverF: Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty sing an oddly parsed ode to the X-Ray machine ![]() MonsterGoGo: Wait FERLIN HUSKY
Oh! No...Nevermind
THERE IT~
Nope
![]() Jiveguy5: *Mario pops up from pipe in backround...jumps off screen* ![]() E_B_A: "...and that's why I'm voting Mitt Romney..." ![]() CrabofDoom: *Crab sees the word 'mother' in the middle* *looks again* *still there* *swears of batshit informercials forever* ![]() Meldrick: ♪ ...first you cheated on your wife with me/ that was a bad habit / then you shot me in your tub/ after I boiled your pet rabbit... ![]() Reynard: "Please come buy one. It's getting dark." *distant gunshots, police sirens* ![]() TravisBickle: Act now and the first few lucky callers will receive... teeth! *phone lines jammed* ![]() E_B_A: And what's always on Willie Nelson's mind? Lately, thanks to the drugs, it's a giant, disembodied copy of his own head slightly offstage, slowly, silently judging him in quiet repose. ![]() Occupant: Alabama just capped Anne Murray! WOW! ![]() echostation: With the disembodied head of Conway Twitty on backing vocals! ![]() E_B_A: He's singing a cautionary tale about how he's forever haunted by a vicious man-eating television that follows him everywhere, ready to leap on him from behind and bite into him with its savage jaws and OH FUCK BEHIND YOU ![]() Meldrick: But She Also Believes In Reganomics, So It's Really No Big Deal. Kenny Rogers. ![]() Thwacky: And featuring Conway Twitty's heart-wrenching balad, "Complete Liner Notes" ![]() MonsterGoGo: Excerpt from Twitty's liner notes: "...been drinking all night in my underwear and thought to myself, "Hey Conway, you sure do like that pick-up of yours. Why not write a song about it?" And then I threw up on myself." ![]() Occupant: Like My Impression of Jerry Lewis? KENNY ROGERS
I Can Do Cagney Too
You Dirty Rat
I'm WAY Talented
![]() Agent_Moldy: It's my mind's first time. ![]() Occupant: ♪ I am a crewman on a starship And I work the main floor Trying hard to boldly go Where no man's gone before . . . |
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