![]() Hippie: I am Rex. Keeper of Bones and Disgracer of Fire Hydrants. I am Master of This Yard. |
![]() Chebwa: "Mommy.... The Sci-Fi Channel's playing with it's alphabet soup again." "Sci-Fi Channel, go straight to your room!" |
![]() Balderdash: "A movie about a crazed maniac searching for one episode of the Bionic Woman... oh, wait my mistake..." |
![]() Artanas: "My granda Stu used to say, when there's no more room in hell, the dead shall get jobs as psychics. True story" |
![]() SpydieGirl: "Dear Reach Guy: Learn to floss..." "Dear Reach Guy: You suck. Who brushes their teeth like that?..." "Dear Reach Guy..." |
![]() Seltaeb: Ever since Mr. Hooper died, it seems like his storefront has been the harbor for smack dealers and $10 hookers everywhere at all hours. |
![]() Hippie: Becky states her dissatisfaction with the psychic hotline by telekinetically destroying their reality. |
![]() MrTim: Somebody decided to turn over a new leaf, I see. (Thank you, folks! I'll be here all weekend!) |
![]() GuloGulo: Well, what did you expect? Over 100 years is a long time to wait to take a dump. |
![]() D_Idaho: ....your kid will have loads of fun turning up the juice with Playschools new electric chair! Batteries not included. |
![]() Tinsel_God: |
![]() BuckFifty: The victim of a vicious drive-over, Suicide Squirrel manages to dial 9-1-1 on his cell phone before losing consciousness... |
![]() queenguinivere: Contemplating the age old question of what came first, the chicken or the egg. Well, simple. The chicken had to get laid before the egg, right? |
![]() BuckFifty: After years of humiliation, Pop N Fresh refuses to do another commercial until an underwear clause is added to his contract... |
![]() Kit: *honk honk* Any idea where we're going? *honk honk* Not a clue. How about Buck's? |
![]() Geier: "...and just then BuckFifty came by with a passel of poodles. 'What's with the hand lotion, Buck?' I asked, but he didn't answer. ...Sorry. Am I boring you?" |
![]() Winter_WonderBread: But not as much as he loves little boys. |
![]() clover: Tell me again my child, just for clarification, how did you get into the adult entertainment business? And speak slowly this time. |