 Jazzsoda: It's gonna be that kind of mornin' - For bein' wacky! For getting nutty! Golly, it's cuckoo! At Björk's Playhouse! *toilet starts coughing up hundreds of teeth* |  JediClone: Everything You Wanted to Forget About Your Childhood |  Zoogicub: Formerly the Annoyashitters  Jazzsoda: George Costanza's mom is visited by the ghost of Christmas Present. "FRAAAANK! One of those queers is here to try on your bra!" "I'M IN THE TOILET!!"  UnReality: "Avenge me!"  GizM: You Can't Hallucinate That on Television  Hippie: Like in any Sid & Marty Krofft show, at the end of the rainbow there's always a gold of pot. No, I typed that right.  Reynard: "So I freaked out three friends, and they freaked out three friends, and then they freaked out three friends, and then...woooooooah I'M SEEING INTO INFINITY!!!" *really freaks out*  Hippie: Shows like this remind me of that horrible Taste Embargo of the 1970s. Boy, took its toll, it did.  Hippie: "Dear Sid & Marty Krofft, Have you guys ever considered producing work that's a little more, um, I don't know... not so fucking insane? Think about it. Yours Truly, Terry Gilliam"  Jiveguy5: Suri Cruise starts Pre-school! Jazzsoda: "Come, friends, to visit the flower dress factory where beautiful flower dresses are born into the w-" *giant bee face-fucks Björk* *this was actually in the script* *no one's manning the parental complaint hotline*  AgentQ: To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Oscar The Grouch  Jazzsoda: "Miss, do you realize you were doing 45 in a 25 mph kitchen?" "Thasstha speed ahf may kichen!" *elaborate moving room musical number* *trap door opens, noose snaps tight, camera pans in on Bjork's dangling feet*  UnReality: "The Prime Minister told us to secretly record what happened in the bathroom. That's right. He told us to bug a loo."  Seltaeb: No! I need more go-go dancers! More! GuloGulo: Making wedding cakes in Utah is a hell of a job.  Jiveguy5: "Nobody cuts us off!!"  GizM: "I've been deployed to Iraq." "You're plastic." "That's what I told them!"  InsideOutMan: *Disembodied hands that make everything go sold separately.  Jiveguy5: It's fun going into the conjoined twin rest rooms...and try to crap in one toilet and piss in the other...  Hippie: Hey, Skeletor, any of the evil henchmen you got, perhaps, the Evil Master of Tree Surgery or something? Trim those fucking branches already.  Occupant: I have my own network? AgentQ: "Wow, Mr. McNugget, this castle sure is spooky." "Children should be seen and not heard." *slap* *commercial also filmed in Bastardaudio*  Jazzsoda: Cat Stevens vocals: ♪ Iiii'm being followed by a Stormshadow... Storm-shadow, Storm-shadow... And if I never get too far... Get hit with a Chinese star... If he stabs through my guitar, I won't have to sing no more...  CrabofDoom: "OH MY GOD, THE BODY BAGS!" *Twinkie Kid cream-fills pants* *faints*  Occupant: And now, I'll hand the rest of this commercial over to Twinkie the Queer. The Kid. I call 'em like I see 'em, pal!  Seltaeb: Eeeeew, he carries around his blow-up girlfriend with him! AgentQ: "Darn tootin', I sure as heck would love to sample me some of that there fruit pie!" "And I say to you, good sir, that I for one cannot wait to taste your sumptuous cream!" *unstoppable gay fucking*  Jazzsoda: *bites fruit pie* *chick with weird 60's haircut peeks out from inside* "Grooove is in the heaaa-a-aaaart! Groove is in the hoooo-" *appetite a distant memory*  GizM: *conjures Cream of Wheat Genie*  JediClone: "Wow what a line... Yeah... Uh... I'll have some Apple Cinnamon with graham crackers crumpled in- what?" "NO CREAM OF WHEAT FOR YOU! GET OUT!" "Fucking nazi!"  Jazzsoda: *vomits onto spoon* *dumps it back in bowl* *repeats* *they play the tape backwards for the commercial* *seriously, does anybody actually like oatmeal?* |
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