6/13/09: You'd Do That Raccoon Too, Admit It


AgentQ:
There's two m's in "bummer."

HanoverF:
But I hardly know her... ok She's wearing her underwear on the outside.

Burn!

Uhmm...

That Pier 1 vase is rather tacky?

Double Burn!


Jazzsoda:
Calories, you so fat they list your name on packages of Twinkies, bitch.

OOOOOH BUUUUUURN!


AgentQ:
When you can actually see your heart bulging through your chest, you'll know it's working.

Jazzsoda:
*somehow freezes to death in his living room*

UnReality:
Yep, I'd say she's both.

WB:
,if you wanna kill yourself on this thing, go right ahead. In fact, I'll have that carved on your tombstone, 'Here lies Slimmer, Died On That Thing'.

AgentQ:
Get today's Tom Sawyer in only 2-4 weeks

Jazzsoda:
I had to send them back.

They're cool guys and all but my dog would scream every time Geddy Lee opened his mouth.

Have you ever heard a dog scream? It's not as funny as you'd imagine.


AgentQ:
Sheila's workout codpiece was the envy of the gym.

She worked out at home, but that didn't stop the gym people from envying her.

The gym people in her mind.

Her mind gym.


Zonk:
The remaining 10% requires a degree in astrophysics and the strength of a Greek God.

Jazzsoda:
"HIIIIIIII!"

"Dammit Gregor Samsa! Back in your roach motel!"


Zonk:
Earlier she called the cops and threatened to blow off toes one at a time until her demands were met.

The standoff went on for hours until a special Police Podiatrist was called in to negotiate.


AgentQ:
Space Detective Emory Head! Tough enough to blast you with his ray gun without giving it a moment's thought! Laid-back enough to do so while wearing a Snuggie!

shanky:
This might be the biggest screengrab ever. I mean, it's at least 2 feet long!

UnReality:
"I'm you from the future! Leave your fucking feet alone!"

SansSerif:
Why be extremely unhappy when you could be mildly unhappy?

E_B_A:
Why stop there? Gimmie 50! I demand at least 50 foot guns! I will not rest until I have enough foot guns to conquer Mars!

HanoverF:
Dual Pedi Pistol action, your feet won't know what hit em.

 

And not just because they're feet


E_B_A:
"Why who knew I could clean last night's vomit off my car using a Swirlon II and today's vomit!? KEEN!"

JediClone:
"Captain, we are being hailed by the Swirlons!"

"On screen"

*flushing noises*


Reynard:
Man, Sarah Palin has so many kids that she's reusing names now?

HanoverF:
Clean your neighbor's gutters out of spite!

Jazzsoda:
Guys, remember when washing your balls wasn't so goddamned complicated?

UnReality:
Oh for fuck's sake! Spoiler warning next time, okay? Some of us have only just started reading Garden & Plant Bugs!

CrabofDoom:
"*GASP*... I'll... talk... I'll talk... you... bastards...!"

echostation:
"Fuck you, Paul, I'm outta here! You goddam fart factory!"

CrabofDoom:
"Once I cleared away the pests, I found a leprechaun's pot o'gold!"

"... that's a burlap sack of old potato chips."

"Leprechauns are shifty fuckers."


Thwacky:
After a nuclear holocaust the only things to survive will be cockroaches and infomercials.

UnReality:
If this show is about eliminating pests, what are these two still doing here?

Jazzsoda:
Gawd, even dead and taxidermized that cat still looks like he's above all this bullshit.

AgentQ:
"As you can tell by the head bandage and the glazed look in the eyes, I just gave my cat a lobotomy."

"Why did you...?"

"I'm pretty sure it needed one."


AgentQ:
Aw man, Reynard sold out.

Jazzsoda:
Rey does a quick line of coke off the mirror his girlfriend is helpfully holding for him.

Yeah, she's a raccoon, so what? Check out those tits!

You can see more on Rey's site.


keogh:
Oh, shit, they're organized and using technology!

JediClone:
*ring ring*
"After you."
"No, after you."
*ring ring*
"I insist. After you."
"That's very kind. After you."
*ring ring*

"SOMBODY ANSWER THAT FUCKING PHONE"


MonsterGoGo:
"I'm getting angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm ANGRY!"

"Bruce, sweety, Jeopardy will on again tomorrow."

"GRAAAHHHH--*falls asleep*


E_B_A:
At the end of "1001: A Space Odyssey," David departs from his beloved space carriage and his brave space horses gallop briskly into the floating mystical monolith.

He transforms into a baby and dies of Polio.

The end.


Hippie:
SO DON'T FORGET TO ORDER RIGHT NOW AND GET YOUR COPY OF 1001 BEST FREE PROPERTY hey guys i'm being held hostage by the producers. send right away for my real book, fuck i'm held hostage! free me YES THAT'S

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