applauds The King of Soup
“Why yes I am THAT Oprah. Now, about my 2,000lbs of fish…”
Gene Shalit’s movie reviews are so poor that you’d think he phoned them in.
“How the fuck should I know what sea lions eat? Sea lions are fags. Way to waste a lifeline, dipshit.”
Everybody Sing!!! “Wirey phone!! Wirey network!!”
“Is this Tennessee Tuxedo…?”
Wow, Wilford Brimely has let himself go.
“Can you shear me now?..Can you shear me now?”
“Please tell K-Fed that he’s a daddy again, y’all.”
“Hello? Hello? I just wanted you to know that iamthewalrus(:3=.”
“Oh, yeah, baby… My whiskers are tingling… What are you going to do to my tusks?”
“All your clams are belong to us!”
“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “to talk of many things.”
mamma mia…that was a damn spicey meeta ball…fuck…damn, evey theese shoe phone size cell phones drop calls…
…I am the bread-man…you are the walrus…cookooo cachooo…
tsfr
p.s. who cut my tusks?..damn you…and where did that fake plastic wrapped hand come from?
duhh…golloy gee tenessee How we gonna get over this fence?
tsfr
“The myth that pyramid power can turn someone into a walrus…
Busted, Confirmed or Plausable?”
Damn, Tristan beat me to the Admiral Akbar reference.
“Hello, Kofi? Bolton here.”
What? They want me back in the cantina scene? Yay!
“Oh, jeez, not another seafood-consumption survey. Didn’t I already tell you people to leave me alone?”