You may pass… if, you bring us a shrubery!
OK. Where should I put it?
Please tell your pants it’s not polite to point.
Oops, oops, oops… Knights! DANG!
First the spankings, and then, the ORAL SEX!
Well I could stay a bit longer.
No No its ok. I can take them all on. There are only about 150 of them!
Quite frankly, I plan to retire in a tower just like that.
I know that I have put you through hell, and I know that I have been one rough pecker. But from here on, you are all in my cool book.- Seth Gecko From Dusk Till Dawn
“Bet you’re gay.”
“No I’m not!”
“I’m not dead yet!”
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
I’m being oppressed!!!
“I fart in your general direction, you silly looking English Persons!”
Save The Endangered Jackalope! Send Cash Now! If You Do This, I Will Use The Cash To Save Any Jackalope That I Happen To Find! Send Cash Now! Before It’s Too Late! My Bills, I Mean The Jackalope’s Bills Are Due The 15th Of The Month!
This has been a message from the Illuminated Committee To Save The Jackalope. Fnord.
Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries
She turned me into a newt <pause> got better
<clapping together two coconuts> where the hell do you get coconuts in England?
Always look on the bright side of life.
Wait, wrong MP movie…ahem
And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, ‘O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.’
And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu–
–Skip a bit, Brother. —
And the Lord spake, saying, ‘First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.’
“I may be crazy, but at least I’m not as crazy as you.”-- Calvin and Hobbes
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What? Behind the rabbit?
What, the curtains?
It’s just a scratch!
Blue… No, red! AAiiiiiiii!
“Look, strange women lying around in ponds passing out swords is no basis for a system of government!”
Shared pain is lessened; shared joy is increased.
Is there anyone else up there we could talk to?
Are you trying to tell me coconuts migrate?