 Agent_Moldy: Ooo, I hope he sings "Copacabana"! What? Oh. | HanoverF: *If we've run out of Miracle Manna Loaf, Irregular Saltines may be substituted. | Jazzsoda: Dude, you can see the pop tart boxes right there in the fire! It's a miracle you're still in business, Popoff!  CrabofDoom: "Have you been looking for a new use for all your duplicate Magic cards? Then, have I got a product for you!"  E_B_A: "So tell us, Sir... how has the Miracle Manna Loaf blessed your life?" "Wu Tang... is foe da chidrenz!" "Thank you, Mr. Bastard."  Hippie: Ugh, I hate that flavor. You got any Thin Michaels? How about some Tagalukes? Reynard: "And I will strike down on thee with GREAT LEAVENING and FURIOUS CARBOHYDRATES, and you will KNOW my name is the LORD! When I LAY MY LOAF UPON THEE!!"  Jazzsoda: *David Gates falls through my skylight* *Jimmy Griffin falls on my car, totaling it* *Robb Royer misses falling on me by mere inches, ruining my shirt in the spray of blood* MAKE THE MIRACLES STOP!  UnReality: "Jesus is my back-seat driver."  echostation: "Woah! Gotta go pinch another Miracle Loaf!"  Agent_Moldy: Could I have the Pillsbury Trinity Strudel instead?  Hippie: If you don't believe us, just ask Samoan Elton John, who witnessed the whole thing.  TravisBickle: I think we were all a little sad when Djimon Hounsou was exiled to the Phantom Zone.  Jazzsoda: Popoff's personal force field holds as the Fog that Dissolves Everything But Money works its way through the crowd. You've just got to see the custom-made riding vacuum he drives around on after the hall has aired out.  JediClone: "... and as soon as they stop parking their asses on OUR diamond mines, maybe we'll do something about it." Ann Coulter: Humanitarian.  Hippie: *Address may require two envelopes. Actually, just leave the cash in the mailbox. We already know where you live.  E_B_A: She slowly began detonating the explosives she had planted on the back of her left hand. That will give those damn Vietnamese something think about.  HanoverF: Good. Wait, does that mean Grandma is just going to go in the bed now?  E_B_A: Their old slogan, "Take a bite out of grime!" left several with severe dental bills and many poisoned.  UnReality: "Except that new Spider-Man thing where he made a deal with the devil and never got married. That shit's gonna take years to clean up."  Reynard: ♪ Here he comes, here comes Steam Cleaner, he's a demon on shag! ♪  E_B_A: And apparently Clarice here just found the vibrating feature on the other end. Looks like house-cleaning just got a hell of a lot more interesting!  Hippie: Regul once ruled mountaintops. Once Regul was greatest lord of whole kingdom. Now it all Regul can muster just for Regul to get out of bed anymore. Regul clean Denny's about 20 hours a week now. Regul barely existing.  CrabofDoom: Pickins are mighty slim on American Idol this year... Jazzsoda: I'm not sure how I feel about the new salad bar down at Shoney's.  Hippie: I hate cleaning up the set of 9 1/2 Weeks! HanoverF: Mom must be making sandwiches again  echostation: The oft-lamented follow-up to Knights in White Satin  Jazzsoda: "Beware, evildoers, for your worst nightmare has arrived!" "Oh no! It's a clown with a chainsaw!" "No, it's my ex-wife!" "It's loneliness!" "No... I'm H2mOp. I fight... crime. Nevermind."  HanoverF: I'm taking a wild stab and guessing there's some Star Trek expertise stuffed in that noggin too.  JediClone: My mop has the opposite problem. It tends to set the floor on fire. Maybe I'm using it wrong.  echostation: "You weren't much of a 'Carpet Glider' last night, Frank..."  UnReality: "Fuck off, Ubu, fuck off."  Soozcat: We are Penguinus of Borg. You will be sublimated.  E_B_A: Mopping for Algernon.  TyranosaurisRex: Warning: Remove pet from bed first. |
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