How did the pig tracks get on the ceiling?
I am familiar with the works of Pablo Neruda.
Ooo, a redneck bar.
“Hey you, let’s fight!”
“Them’s fightin’ words!”
I saw this in a movie about a bus that had to speed around the city, keeping its speed over fifty, and if its speed dropped, the bus would explode! I think it was called *The Bus That Couldn’t Slow Down. *
If you don’t watch the violence, you’ll never get desensitized to it.
WOW! They’ll never let us show that again! Not in a million years!
Hello. I’m Leonard Nimoy. The following tale of alien encounters is true. And by true, I mean false. It’s all lies. But they’re entertaining lies. And in the end, isn’t that the real truth? The answer is: No.
Solar power…when will people learn???
But, of course, for that ending to work, you would have to ignore all the Simpson DNA evidence (chuckles): and that would be downright nutty!
I sure wish people would take the law into their own hands once in awhile.
The telephone is so impersonal. I prefer the hands-on touch you only get with hired goons.
It also made a great movie…GHOSTBUSTERS!
Um, I’ll field that question. A lifetime of working in a nuclear power plant has given me a healthy green glow. (And left me as impotent as a Nevada Boxing Commissioner.) And now that I’m back to normal, I don’t bring you peace and love – I bring you fear, famine, pestilence!
After all these years, things are finally starting to go my way.
It’ll be just like The Swiss Family Robinson, only with more cursing. We’ll live like kings. Damn hell ass kings!
Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts - Canyonero!
I’m a gulch!
The only thing I am high on is love – love for my son and daughters. Yes, a little L.S.D. is all I need!
What are YOU looking at?