The google ads are just too funny to let go!
Can we get a medium option where the annoying picture ads go away, but we get to keep the google text ads? Pleeeeease?
I get the google ads as a member. Just no banner ads. Go ahead and subscribe.
Ditto. Just subscribe already. We need the $15.00. The hamsters are hungry this time of year.
Help! I’ve been assimilated!
[apathetic] in a few months you won’t even notice. . .[/apathetic]
Um, so yeah. Could you perhaps be a good sport and stand over there, on that “X” on the floor? Because that will really save all of us, and you, a great deal of heartache and struggle.
The tank is at a perfect water level as to minimize water spillage from the…commotion.
Just bring the poor bastard here.
Oh…he’s here? I mean…the…wonderful…supplicant! Walk this way! does the John Cleese funny walk
<Montgomery Burns> Excellent! </MB>
Who wants popcorn? I didn’t have eggs to make pie, sorry.
But I (hopefully) made up for it…there’s beer in that cooler over there. Forty two cans of it!
Um, make that 32. These things make me nervous.
Oh, hi, Eben! Did you take swimming lessons as a kid? Ever gone camping? Well, doesn’t matter, Billy and Rosie will be happy to show you around. Would you like to step out of your clothes before meeting Rosie? I promise she will have seen anything you have.
You guys remembered to prepare the fishbait so the squid leaves some pieces of Eben for the goat, right?
Egg pie?!? Isn’t that the same as, oh, quiche??
Look, I know you’re fairly new around here, so I’m going to cut you some slack. But, pardon me, canned beer? Young lady, beer in a (shudder) can might be fine for initiants, guests and, well, plain members, but we Charter Members demand bottled beer. Microbrew, preferably. I’ll thank you to remember that in the future!
Now, where were we? Oh, yes, Eben. Dear, dear Eben. Look at that poor little thing huddled over in the corner. You’ve all got him scared to death!
Eben, pay no mind to these cretins. Just come out now. There’s a good boy. And no, you don’t have to stand ‘on the X’. Anywhere within 2’ of the X will be fine. After all, people, the goat is on a rope.
Honestly, what would you all do without us Charter Members around to make sure everything is running smoothly?
Don’t worry. I’ve had Eben over in the “What Illegal Things Would You Partake Of If They Were Legal” thread, eating some of those brownies they’re talking about over there. He’ll be just fine. As long as he doesn’t get paranoid.
Great, you joined! I’ve brought the goat, but what do we do with the trapeze again? 
On a more serious note, I’ve been seeing you around Eben and I’m glad you joined.
scurries away from the goat pen Er, he’s fine! See, he’s still moving! We can still use him if he only has three legs, right?
What? Stop looking at me like that, I was hungry! He’s not bleeding that much. watches goat collapse He’ll be fine!
runs away
Knock knock! Who ordered the Tub O’Lard® and three gross of extra-thick latex gloves, lemon-scented?
Uh, that would be me. But where’s the 12 cases of lime Jello I ordered at the same time? The squid won’t work without the Jello. It’s in his contract.
It’s on back-order. Would you care for 8 cases of pistachio pudding? It’s green!
Plus the acidity of the lime Jell-o stings on the sucker wounds. Which is kinda the point, but still.
Though the goat does seem to prefer the lime flavor.
Mmmm… Lime flavored goat…
Takes me back to my umm… wait… what?
Never mind, I’ll be right back with the E85 for the generator.
My guest membership expires in two days and I was about to join.
Now I’m very…very afraid.
Although this explains why a goat has been following me around this last week.