"Trojan?" "Oil...can..." "Yeah, yeah. Lubricated." "Sweet!" *Wokka Chicka Wokka Chicka*

*type type type* "Say, what'cha doin' XT-14?" "NOTHING... um, E-trading." "Who's 'Creamy Buttercup'?" "Aw shit... *sparks*"

Jennifer Tilly and David Bowie prepare to land Apollo 11 on the moon on the next "Poorly Researched HBO Mini Series."

Julie hated walking past that seat. She knew that stupid tribble was gonna up and multiply any second.

In case of a crash landing, the flight attendant's face will slam into the overhead compartment. Her exposed brain may be used as a flotation device.

"Dad! Adolph Hitler followed me home! Can I keep him!? I'll take good care of him! I PRIOMISE!"

"I need to go... the police have surrounded my house and are firing livestock through the walls."

"Forget it Mabel! They're out of tampons!"

And in the midst of the dirty, seedy landfill, cells join in what could only be described as an aberration of nature, forming: "Hi! Call Psychic Talk USA now!"

The skull of Janet Reno was a big draw for museum crowds across the country.

The USS Rusty Nail

The South Carolina Space Program was off to a bad start.

"See? With enough shots of Goldslauger I don't even feel the stove's heating elements. Now you try it, son..."

Even balancing a Maglight on his head while changing his brakepads didn't impress the admissions board at Harvard.

Deep inside the Etch-A-Sketch, an underpaid Mexican slaves away forming the various lines and squares.