JediClone:
Knights of The Round Table. Tonight
on "Poorly Researched Theatre"
Xylorjax:
True to US Gov't form, here we see the
C-Span broadcast of the Taskforce to
Name a Comittee to Consider Drafting a
Bill To Suggest That Something Should
Be Done About These Pesky Aliens...
Beedo:
Here at WGOV, we're taking pledges
so we can keep providing you with
the government debacles you know
and love.... |
Matteus:
the moon is a huge green pill
Beedo:
Hey! "War of the Worlds" is on! Cool!
Angel_Noir:
(Take it from a Houston resident, some
of the town looks like this already.)
NightTrain:
Look at the size of that cold
and flu caplet!
HanoverF:
Is the Loch-Ness Monster liveing in
this junkyard, in the trunk of an old
Edsel? Find out tonight On Sightings!
Xylorjax:
When Mike 'n Ikes ruled the world. |
Matteus:
Blur, Boys And Girls
Beedo:
Cue porno music!
Angel_Noir:
Noob Saibot in "Love Story".
NightTrain:
This film even ripped off Casablanca,
for Christ's sake!
HanoverF:
When a man and woman love each
other very much, they exchange plum
faries, there I told you, now don't ask me
about the birds and the bees ever again!
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Xylorjax:
"What are her chances, doc?"
"Not good. Why?" "Well, see, I've
got this date tonight, and I need
to see if I am free or not..."
HanoverF:
"Hey, now who is president here?
If I say she ain't gonna make it,
she ain't gonna make it!"
Beedo:
Sir, about your prostate...
It isn't there. |
Angel_Noir:
"When I go, I want you to date other
women." "O.K." "Really, don't save
yourself." "No problemo!" "Don't let
the memory of me hold you back."
"Whatever. Say, can we wrap this up?
I got a date with your nurse in
a half an hour."
HanoverF:
Well Honey, when you were in your
coma, I sort of started this little affair
with Sandra Bullock... it's a looong story.
Matteus:
why didn't you tell me we were married?
Beedo:
So I guess a quick roll in
the hay's out, huh? |
Matteus:
sorry, I just found out I'm married...
NightTrain:
"Please, grampa? Tell me
what Lady Chatterley did next!"
Xylorjax:
"Now, I want you to start calling
Aunite Monica 'Mom'." "Jeez,
dad, she's not even COLD yet..."
Angel_Noir:
"Honey, Mommy has gone to be
with the angels." "Huh?" "She's gone
home to God." "What does that
mean?" "She's passed on." "Look, I
don't get it." "SHE'S FRIGGIN'
DEAD!" "Oh. Why didn't you just
say so, you euphamistic bastard!"
Beedo:
Mister, aren't you a little old to go to a
paediatrician?
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