 keogh: "So easy, even George Bush can appear on an ad for it." "Can he actually operate it?" "Hey, hey, hey! Man just got done working for a living eight years straight." |  TurkeyVolumeGuessingMan: "As you can see from all this Olive Garden shit on the walls, I-ah love-ah me-ah some-ah pasta!" |  Loodvig: "Who wants corn pasta?" *crickets*  HanoverF: "Marty tell her it's my name before Co, I'm the one who gets to do the butter churn."  Reynard: No Ron, that's her hair! Ron! RON! [Technical Difficulties]  CrabofDoom: "It's like there's a raging inferno in my mouth, and everyone's fleeing for their lives!"  AgentQ: "I've never heard of that, Ron." "I INVENTED IT!" *applause* "Check this shit out." *Ron slaps on fake moustache* "I'm Vincent Price! I INVENTED TERROR! MWAHAHAHA!" *silence* Jazzsoda: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is my co-host Marlene. Hot body, butter pasta!" "?" "She's fuckable but she can't cook worth shit. Stay with me here, people." AgentQ: "And that's not all, Nancy! You can make hazelnut waffle pasta! Chili toothpaste pasta! Cheetoh necktie pas-" *teleprompter crashes* "DURRRRR" "DURRRRR" "DURRRRR"  Jazzsoda: *subliminal programming is activated* *Jazz doesn't show up for work on Monday, is busy at home trying to get the curlicues right on pasta variety #796*  AgentQ: "As expected, Thing is pleading for its life. Don't worry, just push it down. It's only about as intelligent as a gerbil. You'd eat a gerbil, right? Of course you would."  Jazzsoda: *BLAAAAAAAARG* "OH, JESUS, I GOTTA SIT DOWN." Now with realistic sound effects!  MonsterGoGo: After getting his hand caught in his own pasta invention on live television, Ron played off the unbearable horror as unbridled excitement. And then he passed out while the audience feasted on his noodled hand.  Reynard: Local police suddenly get a break in the "Twelve Different Pasta Killer" case.  Occupant: "Hey! This pasta is manufactured by Don Popeil. Don Popeil?" "Evil twin. Moving on . . ."  Jazzsoda: The University of Italy's online correspondence college now offers courses in insect pests, sexual fetishes, trucking, linguistics, epilepsy and more!  echostation: "I'm gonna make Nintendo 64 Game Cartridge Pasta!" HanoverF: Are you Chris Hanson? y/n  echostation: *sounds of Dewey Decimal System Pasta being made heard from within*  AgentQ: "McCuse!"  HanoverF: It's the same shot as from the start of the commercial, but since they got lost in the woods and ate Mayor McCheese the composition is no longer balanced.  MonsterGoGo: Sometimes I think, "Yeah, Legend was a sweet-ass movie." But then I watch it and realize the special effects didn't hold up.  HanoverF: *Scratches on window*
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