11/04/03: According To This Dial, We're Fucked


FryGirlsGibletGravy:
"Well according to this dial, we're fucked."

screaming_fist:
"How would you describe your present surroundings?" "Dive! Dive! Dive!"

Generik:
"Looks like your giant robot's dead, Chester." "How can you tell?" "By the Xs over its eyes."

screaming_fist:
"... and after drying, leaves are put in an autoclave, and pigmentation applied. But I dye grass."

screaming_fist:
"That's cool, man. You dry it, roll it, then smoke it. But I dig grass."

screaming_fist:
"The submarine will dock in secret, underwater coves camouflaged by underwater vegetation. But I sea grass."

Generik:
Apparently, cuttin' and scratchin' are aspects of E_B_A's retirement, as well.

Buffoon:
...but three or more is a lot more fun.

screaming_fist:
"My prognosis is that you have a military-industrial complex."

Buffoon:
The Beta version of Excel really sucked.

Generik:
"So first you melt the Velveeta, then you get the goat and the Rabbi..."

Buffoon:
.oO Hmmm.... if the rabbi goes here, and the goat goes..... Nope. Still won't work. No matter how I look at it, I think well need another goat.

Generik:
"Going through the mailbag here, Pete from Seattle writes, 'Why don't you just build a bomb the size of the Earth, cut an America-sized hole in it, and drop it?' Well, Pete... saaaaay..." "Yeah!"

Reynard_T_Fox:
"I'm afraid we may have to scrap our plans, gentlemen. My wife said it looks like a dolphin. Now I can't get that image out of my head, and it's just too damn gay."

Generik:
"So the Shatner hallucination goes right here, on the wing?"

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