What brought you to this loooowly state?
NOT A FINGER!
I told you not to use Lifeboy!
I believe that’s spelled “NATTA FINGA”.
Leez helc e! Y yung is oozen oo a oost!
Enjoy,
Steven
Was there no end to this conspiracy of irrational prejudice against Red Ryder and his peacemaker?
And this thing which tells time!
Oh no! It’s OLD BLUE!
Only I didn’t say Fudge. I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words
The F dash dash dash word.
My personal preference was for Lux.
What is the name of the Lone Ranger’s cousin’s horse?
What’d I do, Ma? What’d I do? What’d I do, Ma? What’d I do?
Rarely is blatant child abuse so entertaining.
Victor!
With as much dignity as he could muster, the Old Man gathered up the sad remains of his shattered Major Award. Later that night, alone in the backyard, he buried it next to the garage. Now I could never be sure, but I thought that I heard the sound of “Taps” being played. Gently.
Waaah! I can’t put my arms down!
C plus? C plus? Muahahahahahahahahaha!
HO…HO…HO.
(Which is supposed to be all caps, dang it…)
When Ralphie crawls back up the slide, spews out his request, Santa tells him he’ll shoot his eye out…that was classic. When Santa puts his foot on Ralphie’s forehead and pushes him off with “HO…HO…HO!” it was epic.
“Oh boy a Zeppelin”
Randy lying in the pile of cotton at the bottom of the slide was… What’s bigger than epic?
Cosmic.
It’s… it’s smiling at me.