:dubious: All right then, what do I really want?
What is cheese like where you are from? Whenever I think of advanced alien civilizations, I always imagine them having grand cities made of nothing but cheese!
Also, which side of the road do you prefer to drive on?
Do you ever phone home to ask your mother what’s for supper.
For that matter what sort of diet do you have
Our cheese is famous throught the galaxy. It’s flavored with drippings from roasted lower life forms, but isn’t entirely dead when served. Nothing like a cheddar that tries to bite back…
I prefer driving on the top side of the road.
You want a raise, a vacation, and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. Not necessarily in that order.
Is my pug one of you? I’ve seen Frank
Mom doesn’t cook. She’s busy working on what you will call First Contact.
I try to hold it down to 15k calories a day lately. My 25 Century Space Rogue Reunion is coming up, and there is still a female or two from school I haven’t seduced…yet.
Um… You left your headlights on and they are burning up my back yard.
You think you could put them on dim?
If he was the sole survivor, then who are “they”?
Does size * really* matter…yanno what I mean
You can’t be Sirius…
Sorry. Lost the keys on a busted flush the other night. The life of an Intergalatic Space Rogue is not without challenges…
The Ones that conducted the experiment, of course.
If by “size” you mean “net worth and propensity to spend freely”, then yes.
I concur…except the scrambled part, over medium please…and some sour dough toast…
I tend to think a “Magic Eighball” is pretty near acurate, whats the inside scoop?
Kind regards, naano naano,
ThisSpaceForRent
Oh c’mon you know what I mean nudge, nudge, wink, wink
The size of your disposable income is critical. The size of your pecker is not.
Signs are unclear. Ask again later.
what would have happened if someone had gotten the word order wrong and had said:
“klaatu baratta nikto, Gort”
Would the world have continued to stand still?
Where the hell are my keys?