Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.
Aunt Clara had for years labored under the delusion that I was not only perpetually 4 years old, but also a girl.
Fra-GEE-lay… must be Italian.
It’s… it’s… it’s indescribably beautiful! It reminds me of the Fourth of July!
I saw some grizzly bears near the About This Message Board forum.
You’re looking at me as if I have lobsters crawling out of my ears.
It was…soap poisoning!
Son of a bitch!
There was only one thing that could pull me away from the soft glow of electric sex in the window.
Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.
It’s a major award!
I had a friend whose brother shot his eye out with a BB gun. No, really. Okay – not really out, so to speak, but he was thereafter quite blind in that eye. Real tragedy. This film mocks him.
Sigh. I am sitting less than six miles from Ralphie’s houseright now.
I want to go to Higbee’s.
Deck the halls with boughs of horry, fa ra ra ra ra, ra ra ra ra. …
The heavenly aroma still hung in the house. But it was gone, all gone! No turkey! No turkey sandwiches! No turkey salad! No turkey gravy! Turkey Hash! Turkey a la King! Or gallons of turkey soup! Gone, ALL GONE!
Bumpuses!
Mundane noodle!
Daddy’s gonna kill Ralphie!
“Be… sure… to… drink… your… Ovaltine…OVALTINE!? A crummy commercial!?”
I almost shot my little brother’s eye out with a BB gun. I find this thread in very poor taste.
You do know this is a quote thread from A Christmas Story, right?