 animebabe: "Kids, don't go fishing with Stevie Wonder. Great guy, but can't cast worth a damn." |  HanoverF: "I JUST LEFT THE CRAZIEST RAVE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M TALKING TOO LOUD? CAN I CRASH ON YOUR COUCH?" |  E_B_A: "I. LIKE. PAN. CAKES." Agent_Moldy: "I'M A PRETTY, PRETTY PRINCESS!!!" "Mr. Cruise, please..."  Jazzsoda: Meanwhile, deep beneath the earth in Woody Creek, Colorado, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson attains Nirvana. For the fifth time that morning. Mescaline was on sale.  Reynard: Zombies + banana peels = hilarity  Jazzsoda: Man, I hate going to Thanksgiving at Clive Barker's house. Yeah dude, the turkey looks delicious. Can we kill it now?  Seltaeb: How did they get that blood splatter into the shape of the Charlie's Angels silhouette?  CrabofDoom: "Malpractice insurance? Where we're going, we don't need malpractice insurance..."  CrabofDoom: "Dude? Your wife died on the table." "Janice?!" "Fuckin' quitter. Pah!"  holenozone: Well my guess is you've always wanted to marry a doctor, and I've always enjoyed naked young females, so let me show you my diploma and let's get started.  keogh: Soon Cenobites were popping out of Jenga sets, crossword puzzles, income-tax forms, DVD instruction manuals, Lost repeats... Reynard: *Jenga tower splinters and slices the shit out of her* "Dammit Clive! Fuck...maybe we can play Monopoly..." "No. Trust me, you don't even want to know what Clive Barker Monopoly is like."  animebabe: "Look mister, nobody likes PE. That's a detention and a lap around the track!"  GuloGulo: Don't worry, your beard won't itch so bad once it grows out a bit more.  Occupant: It took the loss of twelve orderlies before they decided they needed something a little stronger than a Baby-Fence 900 to hold Dr. Lecter.  animebabe: "Huh? Yeah Honey, I'll be up in a minute... just let me put my face on."  Jazzsoda: *lands on GROUND, tries to build a hotel* *Clive Barker Monopoly Hotel makes the Overlook look like a Day's Inn* *people who've actually stayed at a Day's Inn find this caption confusing*  E_B_A: "Give me the keys you fucking cocksucker."  JediClone: "After three bloody oozing skulls I get to put a flayed torso on Pierce Place and Goredwalk, right?"  Agent_Moldy: Go to nails. Go directly to nails. Do not pass gore, do not collect $200.  Seltaeb: "Piece of advice, kid... never peel a hangnail..."  CrabofDoom: "It's a nice Chablis, but I would've preferred something red. What? What's so goddamn funny?!"  Agent_Moldy: "I love you, photo negative Grace Jones!"  E_B_A: "So... let's see what's inside the Community Chest. Uh oh! Staplegun!"  Seltaeb: Duck scissors! Quack quack!  CrabofDoom: Methinks it's time to throw out what's left of the Christmas ham.  CrabofDoom: *rolls puzzlebox* *lands Rending Railroad* *loses turn* *and both legs*  JediClone: "You really should feed that shadow"  CrabofDoom: The real hell of Clive Barker's Monopoly is reading through the instructions.  keogh: "Eye've got it in the palm of my hand." See what I did there? Oh. That's too bad.  Jazzsoda: Aw, see, who are the cynical bastards that say clowns are creepy- *shoots another glowing ping pong ball out of clown vagina* -no comment.  keogh: Donna wished she had known her sister better. Donna wished she had a sister. Donna wished the owners of this house hadn't gotten home so early.  CrabofDoom: "Cenobyte? Oh, heavens, no. Just took in a stray cat."  E_B_A: "I'LL. HAVE. MORE. PAN. CAKES."  Seltaeb: "Back to the kitchen. I hate being the walking hors d'oeuvre tray." *sigh*  Agent_Moldy: Now back to Breakfast With Bjork.  keogh: (takes off glasses, shakes out hair) (library patrons run in terror) Reynard: I always get stuck with this game piece in Clive Barker's Monopoly. Wait, let me see the box...Necropoly. Well, of course. |
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