That lime will pay dearly.
Well then I felt the only right thing to do was milk him one last time.
It's Mr. Tails; he's got a B.A. in nannas, folks.
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I like to watch.
Not since I was a Boy Scout.
It reads: Bad luck and misfortune will follow you to the rest of your days.
I'm the daddy. That's why!
I had finally seen heaven. It had a minibar and everything!
I know you are, but what am I?
The surrealistic adventure that will become your world.
The monkey liked it, but I just fell and cried "Kleenex!"
It's better than blowing it out of somewhere else.
I didn't read the fine print.
Silly Boy. You are a silly, silly boy.
Hey budddd-deeeee!!!
Falling.
It's been in my pocket since last December.
Thank you. I spent hours on my makeup.
Ink stains on my shirt!
EDIT:Dang, Dan beat me to it! Oh well, this sort of works for his too.
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A pack of Hulkamaniacs.
Its the way I do business.
They smelled new.
(p.s. Hulkamaniacs aren't green.)
(p.s. I know. I was taking what you wanted me to refer to and turned it into The Hulk, and green giant but I don't think I need to tell you that )
Please don't say that right now.
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It was like watching two dogs sniffing butts.
Disable Smilies in This Post. NOW.
On the other hand, I got all this...
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Thank God the dinosaur diarama is done.
(I tried. I really tried. But I was flabbergasted).
Where'd my chain mesh underwear go?
Yes. Three hours and three fingers later...
That was the second best one yet.
A heavenly chorus told me.
Upward behind the onstreaming it mooned.
At least he didn't buy porno.
Its funnier coming from me.
Yes. Just like Snoop Dogg.
Because I thought hotmail...was hotmale.
No, and bears do not eat jedi's either.
This is why I hate Christmas.
Unwelcome advances are still advances nonetheless.
My punctuation is hardly the problem.
It had a child-proof cap.
It's sort of like mixing chocolate chips with orange jello.
Sure, but that can be said of alot of people.
I am, but no one else thinks so.
It's a guy thing...sortof.
I wandered into a wild dodgeball game.
Head straight down to tomorrow, take a left past yesterday, and take today to the moon.
The Will Wheaton School of Acting.
Not I, said the octopus.
Yes. Except for the part about the weasels.