I really wish I was a lesbian. They’re so supportive of each other and everything is such a team effort . . .
Turns out I’m not gay. I was in a hurry, and I just didn’t think about it. Ooops. . . . (Scott after being asked to be the Grand Marshall of Toronto’s Gay Pride Parade)
Hey, all (although I’ve now ascertained that we’re all KITH fans)! I just had to pop into the thread to ascertain that someone had mentioned my favourites already (Daves I Know, Thirty Helens Agree). I’ve ascertained that they’ve been mentioned, so I’m just going to sit back and ascertain that the others mentioned are funny as well.
Chicken Lady Loves Life! That’s what the ad said, I’m the Chicken Lady.
10:15 am… Cherry Beach…
“So. Ya like my new stance?”
“Nah. I liked the old one better.”
Thers’s this girl
at school
and she has her own credit card
yah
and she lives by herself
and she moved her mailbox so nobody could send her mail
Can I have some chips?
The fish want some chips.
I’m the chicken lady. Do you want some breakfast? Here, I made you some eggs, fresh right from my boddddy.
Reading this thread makes me hungry for smelts and a Coke.
Look at this! Another mans urine. I just ask for it and they give it to me. I don’t know what to do with it. I have a whole refrigerator full of this stuff! I could probably send it to a lab but they would send back a bunch of test resultsI couldn’t possibly understand.
The perfume commercial was the best:
Fiore – SMELL HER!
and who can forget
Twenty-Nine Helens Agree
Punctuality is important.
[sub]I just wish Helen Collings felt the same.[/sub]
[Chicken Lady] Fifty bucks! [/Chicken Lad]
I made it with my very own beeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
Is that pie I smell?
Daddy drank. A lot:
“Son for your birthday, I bought you a puppy. But I got hungry on the way home, and I ate it. Oh, there there. I was just joking, son.
I would never buy you a puppy.”
I suppose there might have been a Chicken Lad, but I meant Lady.
I really need some sleep.
Bruce: “Saddest of all are the Sandwich People . . .”
I guess I could understand this thread… If I didnt have a CABBAGE for a HEAD!
This reminds me of the time Coco Chanel and I were trying to decide what to wear to DeGaulle’s funeral. And I said, I’m not even going…
“Stay down!”
“Bad 1950’s Stereotpyical Homosexual!”
“But I don’t like pickles!”
The one and only movie I ever rented just to copy was Brain Candy. KITH drove me to felonious crime. And I like it!
By the way, the government wanted me to tell you that there is a homicidal monster running loose in the sewers, and the only thing that can stop him is reeeeeally expeeeensive peeeeerfume. And he’s got a metal head!
Gotta go, I’m in the middle of a big bike race.
Look, if you don’t shut up and do what we say, then THIS is gonna happen!
<shoots driver>
Uh oh.
I’m not mad, I’m not mad, I’M NOT MAD!
Look, I’m not mad, but I am going mad, so there is a discount.
-Say “supper.”
-Supper.
-Say “rise.”
-Rise.
-Say “supper rise.”
-Supper rise.
-Say “surprise.”
-I can’t.
-Say it!
-Surprise.
(more or less)
Cathy with a C. Kathy with a K.
TEMP!