CaveDweller:
"Damn bikini's creepin' up on me like an Apache in the night.....oh, are we on??"
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Jazzsoda:
Vague hips! Hard-to-define thighs! Ankles that may or not be there! Less an ass than an "All that fat had to go somewhere" zone!
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GodoHell:
The one on the left there is called the "Pontius Pilates." It's a little hard to get any muscle tone with your wrists nailed to a log, though.
Jazzsoda:
Damned circus performers can't even give birth unless there's a flaming ring involved.
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Reynard_T_Fox:
o/ doo doo doodle oodle oo doo doodoo o/ *baby rockets through hoop* *crowd goes wild*
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CrabofDoom:
o/ Make ya wanna... crunch! crunch!
bosko:
GREAT running water AND a hot woman.
So now I have a hard on, but have to pee
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Jazzsoda:
Psssh, she just clips that tire pressure gauge there to draw attention to her breasts.
Oh seriously, she has to check them regularly for inflation? Damn, now I feel like a dick for saying anything.
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WB:
The left one's Guthy.
Reynard_T_Fox:
"Howdy neighbors! Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen about a couple dozen pounds anywhere, have you?"
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WB:
Send a team through the stargate into the wormhole, let us know what's on the other side.
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Reynard_T_Fox:
Tree hugs AND shaving? I call bullshit.
Jazzsoda:
Lose weight!
Improve your wardrobe!
CaveDweller:
"Yes, I did eat the other two bitches in Wilson Phillips, but now that I've lost that weight, it's as if they're out of my life FOREVER!!!"
Jazzsoda:
Ooh, chocolate chip owl pellets, I love hanging out with my environmentalist friends!
CrabofDoom:
"Welcome once again to everyone's favorite game show..."
"THAT'S INCREDIBLY STUPID!"
*wild applause*
*fan dives from balcony, breaks neck*
*applause grows louder*
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Jazzsoda:
"Bring out the gimp!"
*60's acid casualty stumbles out onto stage, eats an owl pellet, gives thumbs-up, shuffles back over to his box*
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CrabofDoom:
In the front row, Marsha is mortified by the aftereffects of her 'homewrecker' burrito.
Two rows back, Jeff claims it.
What all this has to do with a fruit dryer, I have no idea.
echostation:
"Good Heavens, child. I could slap those funbags of yours for hours on end."
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Jazzsoda:
Dammit, I hate that every time I come over she has to drag out the gin-soaked raisins and we have to sit through their pathetically slurred rendition of "I Heard it Through the Grapevine."
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GodoHell:
Voting Republican pg. 195 - Buying Stupid Shit From Infomercials pg. 219 - Death pg. 301 - Capping pg. 342
JediClone:
"I havnt been to MacDonald's in like a month. Why do my farts still smell like Chicken McNuggets?"
Page 45
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HanoverF:
She's just upset because the Baglady Book of Cures lingers in obscurity, doesn't help that every symptom has the same remedy, Booze
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GodoHell:
And by the looks of the set, it's directed by David Lynch.
GodoHell:
"How. Me bring 'em magic mushroom. We laugh heaps at Spongebob."
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AgentQ:
"That's-a spicy meat--" *BZZZT* "Argh!" "Try again. Look at this." "That's-a spicy--" *BZZZT* "Argh!" "Try again." "That's... that's... THAT'S-A SPICY--" *BZZZT*
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echostation:
Those embarrassing tapeworms.
HanoverF:
The helmet that lets earwax shampoo Mario's hair and summons nightcrawlers is the worst powerup ever
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keogh:
It's not a Krazy Glue ad until your animated ass is six stories up, Tonto.
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HanoverF:
"So now we're French? I hate focus groups"
*puts on beret*
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