When come back, bring lube.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT WE’RE YELLING ABOUT!
Yea, I was going through GD one time and there were these two people arguing back and forth about what halibut is best used for processing green beans but then some jerk who I would rather see lurk stopped by to say that if it was not for the GOP that the bactriophage that is found inside of the halibut’s stomach would be syntheticly created and then turned into a processing lubricant but - OH, HEY, LOOK! A QUARTER!
Moving this very vague rant to The BBQ Pit.
I farted.
I burning your tungsten filament.
Sometimes, when I get really nervous, I stick my fingers under my arms…
AND THEN I SMELL THEM!!!
SUPERSTAR!!!
I’d like a little more passion please.
Really? I thought it was this one.
What’s a spingears? Is it, like, a rodent with powerful hindquarters and really big ears?
Good God, man, you can’t link a thread to itself! You’ll set up a self-referential vortex that can tear the very fabric of the space time continuum emit ecaps eht fo cirbaf yrev eht raet nac taht…
!HHHGGGRRRRAAAAAAAAA
Aw, I was hoping for pudding
Now this is in the pit I’m out of here.
Oh, Good Lord. What have I done?
I didn’t know! I DIDN’T KNOW!!!
Nurse RAAAAAAATCHED!! I want MY cigarettes, please. I want MYYYYYYYYYYYYYY cigarettes!!
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well it were done subjunctively.
Over Macho Grande?
AHAHAHAHA! 
When come back, bring compact fluorescent.
Well, as my old granny always used to say ‘When life gives you lemons it’s time to start baking some of my patented lemon merangue’
This is all Michael Moore’s fault.