GotMilk:
Please, save me, I am *NOT* capping him... AAAAHHHH!
Occupant:
You've heard of a gentleman's gentleman. Meet the dink's dink.
Fingle:
Now let me get this straight. No matter what infomercial it is, this guy with no fashion sense whatsoever will be on it. Who's next? Ken Pickles?
(???):
Yes, I'd give Don LaPre the shirt off my back. The only problem is, no one will take it.
Laserblast:
Don's impression of a bulldog fails to excite Cindy into having sex with him.
Laserblast:
Don's next impression: the tried-and-true 'Christian Slater.' Still no orgiastic response from the blonde temptress.
Laserblast:
Medical science has allowed us to create a genetic mixture of Siskel AND Ebert.
Laserblast:
"Well GOLLEEEE Sargeant Carter! Shazaam!"
Fingle:
"Hi! I'm back. Is this shirt in style yet?"
Laserblast:
Don told the cameraman to "go out an' shoot yerself somethin' artsy."
Laserblast:
"No way, Butthead! It's like, I saw that blonde chick on TV, and she, like, showed me her thingies and stuff! It was cool!"
Occupant:
In the motion picture version of Don's biography, "Swindle Me, Swindle You," Don will be portrayed by a small piece of moldy cheese.
Occupant:
A small piece of moldy cheese? I don't get it.
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Occupant:
Once I got a good look at your package and saw how small and compact it was, I was no longer afraid of it.
Fingle:
Now, if Emeril starts talking about his package, I'm calling it a night!
Fingle:
"Come back, Don! I have yet to receive your package!"