…danger zone…
Season premiere tonight! SPLOOSH!!! :dubious:
What? I like to treat myself.
hooray
And whatever my equivalent of Sploosh is.
Time to get out the boxes and reassemble Fort Kickass.
I AM the Danger Zone.
Had to give up recording Monday Night Raw for this, sadly. Oh well–haven’t really got time to follow wrasslin’ properly at the moment anyway.
No wait, I had something for this…
Which I guess is just sploosh. Only with semen.
Well don’t just leave it there. That’s how you get ants.
I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of my giant, throbbing erection.
Also, sploosh.
Krieger: “Just push that red button.”
Archer: “OK. Wait, is it going to kill everybody?”
Krieger: “Just push that blue button.”
I know! You could drown a toddler in my panties right now.
I defy anyone to find an Archer thread that doesn’t devolve into a list of quotes and…
Sorry, I was picturing Whore Island.
M as in Mancy.
Phrasing, BOOM!
Danny! We have to keep that heart rate down!
Just under two years ago we started fostering (and later adopted) a kitten with vaguely ocelot-like fur and tufted ears. We named her Babou.
“He’s crepuscular! Get 'im boys!”
That was some trailer tacked onto the end of the season premier. Archer… VICE!
A moment of silence for poor Brett.
He died doing what he loved.
Getting shot.
Favorite exchange:
“If I ever want to splice my baby’s DNA with Hitler’s, I’ll give you a call!”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll be around.”