 cScott: ...from the makers of Lifespoon... |  JediClone: He named his son Peter Thecond |  E_B_A: At least they brought the smugly happy jet-packs... :=]  TravisBickle: At least each of his shoulders had an idea. AgentQ: Oh, hungover astronauts. When they stare off into space, they really stare off into space. Anyone wanna hit that instant rimshot link for me? Editor's Note: here  E_B_A: "Um... I just farted in my suit." "I hate when that happens." "There are lumps." "I hate when that happens." "I ruined my wife's dainty washables." "I hate when... WHAT?"  Reynard: "My god...it's full of stars!" "Those are light fixtures." "My god...it's full of light fixtures!" "Have you been getting into the space solvents again?"  E_B_A: "Woah! Look at the giant asshole over there!" "Hey... that's not nice. I can hear you guys." "Somebody tell him..."  TravisBickle: At the chime, it will be Snooty Cadaver O'Clock.  Hippie: Tom Cruise breaks into Matt Lauer's secret code room, well-protected from their contagious psychiatrist ways! Beck's in tow because, hey, how often do you get to wear a spacesuit? cScott: "Why is the camera mounted on the wall?" "To make it look like we're in space." "Cameras are on the walls in space?" "Just say your lines."  Hippie: You can sulk all you want. This corporation is not getting a puppy!  echostation: "...and in other news, people have been begging Amadeus to rock them."  cScott: "Tell me more of this naked Earth nudity of yours." AgentQ: "Mrs Naked? Mrs Blake? I, just... I... I just nipped over-- erm... popped up-- popped over to see if you wanted to BOOBS-- sorry... I... *faints*"  TravisBickle: At his age, his New York Times has to become erect for him.  Reynard: "Hey Bob, seen any suspicious activity tonight?" "♪ I ain't seen a damn thing, *WA WAH WA WAH* An' I'm gettin' real bored, *WA WAH WA WAH* This is one crappy-ass job *WA WAH WA WAH* That's for god-damn shore..."  E_B_A: Apparently I should have listened to my mom and gotten a job at the Space Research Center. I really like the dress code.  AgentQ: "Ronald Reagan's dead! Murdered!" "Uh, no, he died of natural causes." "BOOOORING! He was murdered, I tell ya!" *pulls out pistol* *shoots Reagan in the head* "Are you telling me that's the head of an unmurdered man?"  echostation: "At least he died as he lived...on a block of Velveeta."  JediClone: Social Security Reform in action  echostation: "Come give Iggy Pop a hug!" Hippie: OW SHIT! You know, I wasn't enthusiastic about doing this kissing scene with Richard Belzer even before finding out he keeps the Ark of the Covenant is his mouth!  echostation: Clint Eastwood stars in: Every Which Way To The Morgue  cScott: "Is it really necessary to keep them locked in there?" "Absolutely. Have you ever seen what a pack of cappers can do to a screengrab? It's not pretty."  Generik: Jerk Off to No Evil, Hork to No Evil, Lady Clairol to No Evil.  AgentQ: We now return to A Christmas Gory. "Is something wrong?" "It's... smiling at me!" "Oh!" *chop*  Occupant: What do we do now? My place, ten minutes? Uh . . . I have Yoo Hoo and X-Box. 360? Yup. I'm there!  Reynard: "This is like, the best space salad bar of all time." "I swear to god, I'm locking those solvents up."  Hippie: This is the only way Tom and Nicole could consumate their marriage. .oO(Easy now... easy... put it out of your mind... just watch the mirror... keep your eyes on the mirror...)  echostation: Not even with Bea Arthur's dick.  Hippie: "Necromancing Finnish Yacht-Enthusiast Tailgunner Lute Lover..." You know, James, I know they charge by the word, but maybe you should spell this all out rather than using the acronym. Or consider eHarmony or something..  echostation: Down at the Donnie Most Dog Pound  Hippie: ABOUT FUCKING TIME WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED NOBODY LET ME OUT AFTER THE VIDEO SHOOT WAS OVER! Welcome to the year 2008, MC 900-Ft Jesus! I think you'll find hip hop has changed a little...  E_B_A: This is why we never should have let David Cronnenberg design air bags. I mean, who's going to get safely protected by that fleshy phallic thing there?  Hippie: Damn! He wished he'd noticed that emblem sooner! "This house is under the protection of Mikhail Baryshnikov wielding a sack of oranges. Best fuck off, pal." |
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