 HanoverF: I call foul, these are just old unsold Chia Jimmy Durante's from the 50's |  Agent_Moldy: Oh, I don't know. Maybe if you throw in a Chia Peaches, too. |  GizM: 2nd lamest production of Little Shop of Horrors. Can't outsuck Corman.  Agent_Moldy: Hey look! POT BROWNIES! HA! Get it? Pot br -- *sigh* Keep the hook, I'll just go now. Reynard: I'd be a bit scared of a plant that grows in hamburger, myself.  Shifter: Tonight on Garden Tips: The plant on the left was grown in nutrient-rich soil, with a constant enviorment of softly playing classical music. The plant on the right is a whore.  Reynard: I heard on the news that they arrested some old crazy lady who had like a hundred of those Chia pets. Said they'll never get the Chia pee smell out. Sad.  E_B_A: Suddenly the cat is having flashbacks of his tour in 'Nam... oh, the horrible things that cat was witness too. The unspeakable human tragedy... CrabofDoom: Grazin n gras iz gaz. Baybee, youz can dig it? JediClone: Doesnt realize the camera in Sylvester's ear is transmitting photos of her belly to kittytitty.com Jazzsoda: Lucky kid who lives here has like a two-second chore every week. *kid with lawnmower tears ass through living room* *in the aftermath, the grass stands cut and the rocking chair in back is covered in cat spray*  echostation: "I am fucking baked, cave-bitches!" E_B_A: Dino Pebbles? "Well, let's just say the offspring was goofy-looking and Fred later had the guy put down for his horrible transgression..."  InsideOutMan: "That Dino's got my bay-bee!"  HanoverF: Dino's exited as fuck that Polysorbate 80 is an ingredient. He's a big fan.  Agent_Moldy: This week, on Red Hot Dateline: "Hi, I'm Chris Hansen."  Shifter: Don't let the lack of a reflection disturb you. Cause it sure ain't gettin' in my way.  CrabofDoom: For women stalked by ex-firetrucks who can't accept it's over, press #911  Shifter: I ain't fooled -- I can see the seam in her faceplate.  InsideOutMan: "I could be in your bedroom farting where you rest your head. Call me."  E_B_A: "Yeah... I just got my giant, stained-glass french fries installed... what? Well, they were on sale! That's why!" Reynard: Jazz's friends: "You taped that single line commercial?" Jazz: "Shut up, it's for my web site." Jazz's friends: "You need help."  Shifter: Dude! Please! Not till we call 'cut,' okay?  Generik: Regret later. |
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