 Occupant: A day and a half of his life. |  AgentQ: She's seen better day-*KNOCKED DOWN BY EVERYONE RUSHING TO MAKE SAME CAP* |  Occupant: and her oyster(e)  Reynard: Narrowly lost the Best Screenplay Adapted From A Screenplay Oscar in 1988 to The Retarded Numbers Guy.  CrabofDoom: Guys? It may be time to get the cafeteria a new bag of potatoes.  AgentQ: *stretches out comic copied onto Silly Putty* *mind blown* *patient dies of blood loss* *doctor enters* "There's a dead man here, Nurse Admitting." "My name is-" "I know, I just said it, I can READ, thank you."  HanoverF: Jerry was the best private detective who shared office space with a dentist office money could buy. He had to pay extra to have oversized business cards printed up with that on them.  keogh: "Relax and you should feel better any...wait, you said maple, right? Damn."  MonsterGoGo: "Ugh, what the...what the hell is that?" "Coffee! Remember how you always say, 'just pump it right into my veins'? Well~" "Ohh~That explains the blindness, fatigue, and sense that my arteries are melting." "Hooray!"  Occupant: "And then I did this magazine show for the Sci Fi Channel . . . they're calling it SyFy now." "You know that's medical shorthand for syphillis, right?" "Good thing my show bombed then, isn't it?"  AgentQ: "Dan, from now on we only play dress-up in the bedroom, okay?" "Ma'am, you're under arrest. Anything you say can and will be held against me." "That doesn't even work. Just... just go home and change."  Occupant: ♪ I wear my sunglasses at night So I can So I can . . . Rest of lyrics remain a mystery until dawn.  MonsterGoGo: Pro #72 of being a Gingerbread Man: Hungry? Snap off some foot. Con #72 of being a Gingerbread Man: Lack of balance while hungry.  CrabofDoom: For all the shit we give the 80s, her hair's alive and her breasts aren't square.  AgentQ: Something was wrong. For starters, Becky was pretty sure pools had water.  AgentQ: That pile of books is cool as shit.  MonsterGoGo: "What is that noise...? Am I hearing things? Is that...W.A.S.P.?" *80's bursts through the door*  AgentQ: "Want to play some tennis?" "I'm tired of tennis!" *half-man half-plant punches her in the face with his terrifying plant arm*  AgentQ: "Hon, we really need to get a level bed."  Occupant: "How was it?" "Weren't you there?"  AgentQ: Quick, guess which book is drunk.  CrabofDoom: Dear Megan Melons: I really liked you in that thing that was good. How is your hoo-ha? I bet it is sparkly...  Occupant: "Hello, Taco Neck Advisory Board?"  AgentQ: Will AreNot  TravisBickle: No Sunny D? Your fridge sucks, Dracula.  Reynard: "You know what the difference is between me and you? I make this look GOOD! YOW OW!" "I hate you, MiB David Lee Roth."  TravisBickle: Rat Pack Police, Joey Bishop speaking. A party that isn't swingin'? We'll send help right away.  echostation: She's gonna price check the fuck out of this movie.  Occupant: Any mask will do. Just cover it with SOMETHING!  echostation: She had nice tits for a man. |
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