Auuuugh! I was so close.
Friggin’ lobsters.
Apparently, I qualify. (this week anyway)
No mobile phones permitted.
No photography during performance.
No standing.
No smoking.
No exit.
No visitors of opposite sex after 10.00 pm.
No cooking in rooms.
No funny-looking kids.
No whining.
No flirting.
Keep out this means you.
Don’t Even Think of Parking Here.
Police Line Do Not Cross.
Staff only.
Officers Only.
CEO only.
No admittance.
Nil by mouth.
No visitors.
You must be this tall to use this ride.
Get lost.
[sub]this is strangely depressing[/sub]
No Redboss!
No puppy haters, and no people who think Survivor is a worthwhile show, and no people who are anti-The Rolling Stones, and no- wait a minute…I like The Weakest Link!! ::disapears in a poof of dust:: Argh…
what about:
no shoes no shirt no service
no tickee no washee
no breathing
no typing
No brains…
No service.
No Coke, Pepsi!
-Foreign waiters dealing with people who were raised to think Coke is universal.
No fat chicks.
-Proof that conceptions of beauty can change completely in a century.
TOP SECRET
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
-Markov Cheney lives!
The Mgt.
-Biggest pack of fools that ever lived.
No one born in 1962.
No one who registered on 03-20-2001.
No one who lives in Missouri.
No one with 1,578 posts.
No one named after a stupid vegetable.
No one with a faithful aussie leatherboy (faithless, okay).
No one who posted to When I was in junior high…
No one who loves both the blues and his dog. (Ya have to make a choice, pal.)
No one who misspells phantom.
No one praised by Inor.
Sheesh, can’t you people just hang out with your own kind?
How do you spell phantom?
Oh, and also, please specify which vegetables are not stupid, I’m thinking of changing user names and…
No one who calls California “sunny”.
I’d make a suggestion, but I’m sure I’d just get a “no actuaries” in reply.
pan
No actuaries.
So… would Groucho Marx be comfortable in this thread or not?
Xeno okay.
<Ouch>
What would you call
it? 
WOWZA! :eek: Okay, tradesilicon okay, too.
No short people.
No Harley Davidson’s. ( You wanna look cool? Buy a Beemer, assmunch).
No Ford Festiva Drivers ( Sorry, guys ).
No 16 year olds.
No tenured teachers.
No Golden Parachutes.
No golden showers either :eek:
No more poking your fingernail in my eye. It keeps me from watching re-runs of “The Waltons”.
No more homophobes.
No more ectomorphs.
No more mutilating Barbie Dolls with the kids at the breakfast table.
No more fuckin’ wanna-be Hippies wandering around up here saying, " Hey man, which one is White Lake? Isn’t that the real Woodstock?". Sorry spikenuts, but even WOODSTOCK wasn’t Woodstock. You wanna get in touch with Max Yasgur? Go buy a fuckin’ half gallon of his ice cream.
No more freaks.
No more rock-throwing protesters. ( Whatthefuckisthatabout?)
That should about do it. I feel better now.
Cartooniverse
Aaaaaaccckkkk! No usurpers! Shoo! Shoo!