In other news: Disney’s reboot of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs has been greenlit.
“Polly want a cracker.”
“She’s driving.”
I thought about Elmer’s “Polly Exotic”, but didn’t want to go back-and-forth here, so I’m awwarding it to:
We all need some coffee. You’re up!
Not to mention her toucans.
I think this is a new one:
I have a Gumbie cat in mind…
Hangin’ up my Christmouse stockings; waitin’ for Santa Claws.
MISERY IS ALIVE, MISERY IS ALIVE! OH, This whole house is going to be full of romance, OOOH, I AM GOING TO PUT ON MY LIBERACE RECORDS!
No wonder those mittens keep going missing.
“I really don’t want to kill the little bastards, but I 'll do whatever I can to stop them from mating.”
Yet another failed attempt at a live-action adaptation of Maus.
Stand back! We’re about to launch these brave mice into the great unknown. For science!
I felt terrible laughing at it, but the winner is:
You’re up, @Elmer_J.Fudd!
Shame on you!
So, I always wondered what these guys were talking about…
“You’re singing off-key again.”
“Any of you boys want to go get some fried peanut butter-bacon-banana sandwiches?”
“It’s by an English guy. Nigel Tufnel, I think it was. It’s called ‘Lick My Love Pump’.”"
Look what happens when I transpose this fifth into an augmented third.
“Say, what are those line thingies and dot thingies on the page fer?”
“That’s what makes you the money, boy! That’s what makes you the money!”
{I know - bad form to caption my own pic. But I can’t sit on this one}
Carl: "Hey E, how old is that sweet thing, Pricilla, you met in Germany?
Elvis: “She’s 14.”
Jerry Lee: “Hold my beer”
Johnny: “Explain again why everybody thinks I’m the one that was in prison…”