 JoeAnthrax: So...a movie about guys who used to steal poop? Am I reading this title correctly? |  LouCyphre: *clown on unicycle rides by, kicks dirt in their face* AMATEURS!!! *HONK! HONK!* |  Shockupant: Everyone clutching their forks and knives? Contriband bacon, here we come!  The Massacre: "OK you guys know the drill any kids we see doing wheelies, we pull over put on the porky pig masks and shoot this 8 gauge shotgun at them. "Why are we doing this again?" "Cause wheelies are dangerous thats why!"  AgentQ: Even though he now has to wear glasses and orthodontic headgear, that's not going to get Frankie the Marshmallow Wagon's spirits down!  JoeAnthrax: EXTREEEME CART RETRIEVAL!!!  AgentQ: "There's just so many to choose from!"  HanoverF: "This vegemite needs more vegemite! Crikey! Shrimp on the Barby! Waltzing Matilda!"  AgentQ: "And with one push of this button, the entire Sears Tower will be blown sky high! THEN the fools will have to listen to our demands!" "Um. We're not terrorists. We're Depeche Mode." "Wait. What room number is this?"  WB: Naked Lunch. ... ... What?  Seltaeb: "Overbite Pac-Man's eating my head! Over." HanoverF: "I pushed down the pedal under my right foot, now what?"  keogh: This setup means, of course, that the villains' budget outdoes that of the bike-riding heroes' by about $35.  Reynard: *get repeatedly covered with sand by dune buggiers, bodybuilders, surfers, LARPers, seagulls...*  Thwacky: 3:47pm - Sheer thrill; adrenaline rush; cheering fans. 3:48pm - Pavement; scattered teeth; distant laughter.  Agent_Ghouldy: "Wait, I have to push the button, then talk? Man, I don't have time for all this waiting and pushing buttons and remembering 'n' stuff."  TrickorDoom: "BMX bandits? Sorry, ma'am, but we only harass skateboarders."  keogh: "I...wasn't supposed to drive the shaft through his midsection?" "Do you even know the rules to Capture the Flag?" "Do they involve a metal shaft and someone's midsection?" "Just help me kick dirt over the body."  Agent_Ghouldy: Coming up next: Dilbert: P.I. LouCyphre: Fuckin' A! This is that episode of Streets of San Francisco where Karl Malden just kicks the shit out of Morrissey for an hour. Lemme set my DVR.  Generik: *Thinks the song "Come On Eileen" is a command. *Eileen is not amused.  LouCyphre: "So, what's going on, Tom?" "Nicole was asking questions again. She needs a time out with Lord Neptune.... No, no. Stay where you are and think about how what you said bruised my thetans."  Jazzsoda: The original cell phone was just a long series of walkie talkies taped together, spread across town. Sure the sound quality sucked, but it beats a city full of folks babbling on invisible bluetooths like schizophrenics.  HanoverF: "Oh thank God, Flipper, you've got to save me!" *Deathfucked by dolphin*  LouCyphre: You did what with her brains? Christ, American Psycho Smurf, get in the car. It is so hard being your lawyer.  SithClone: The Jamacan team can make ANY sport look incredibly stupid!  LouCyphre: "He's- he's still out there... he's eating everything!" "Just stay here where he can't see you. Hopefully Pac-Man will tire of the hunt." "Pac-man never tires of the hunt!" "SSSSH!"  HanoverF: "Maybe we should just get off our bikes and walk them through the Home Depot." "Some BMX bandit you are!" "Come on, my dad works here!"  Thwacky: "You know, bribery is such an ugly word. Let's just call it being friendly. Would you like to be friendly to me?"  Reynard: *spotlight hits lady cop, she catches a baton tossed from offscreen* "♪ If you're Blue and you don't know how to subdue a foe just take a look at thissss...beatin' 'em with sticks!"  Reynard: "We wanna be free! We wanna do our pegstands and catch three feet of air without being hassled by the man! And we wanna stay out past ten!"  Matteus: the guy behind her has been knocking on her hair for two minutes and she has yet to answer  LouCyphre: Haven't seen that many people wearing helmets since the Palin rally last week.  Shockupant: Billy Joel arrives  SithClone: "Um... Bruce... How did we end up in New Zealand?" "Our bikes can swim, Bruce." "Oh, yeah."  Seltaeb: "Hee hee, I'm putting nipples on Lake Erie!"  Jazzsoda: "Wait, hold up, guh, man, *struggle* Jesus... hrmm... those Duke boys sure made this look easier... maybe if you... ow ow OW! No, that didn't help... maybe... STOP THE CAR! STOP THE CAR!"  dead_cat_chopra: "Sour cream?" "Yup." "Why?" "Beats me. Want to head back to the office?" "Sure. I have to shred some Roswell documents."  WB: *Stops mid air, takes out tape measure, 'two feet eleven and one half, dammit.' continues...* |
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