Page 22: How the hell am I supposed to follow up after that last page?
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"Say, what's a girl without a gag reflex like you doing in a place like this with groovy music playing in the background?" |
People say you can't stuff cat after cat into a standard pickle jar and hope they turn into kismet. People are stupid. |
I am sci fi. --Salvador Dali |
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Like sand gnat larvae in an egg yolk, these.... are the Days of our Lives. |
On his way to forclose the mortgage on Spanky's clubhouse. |
Fruit ! Soccer! Soccer! Fruit! EVIL !!!!!!!! [hullo glitter!] |
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Nothing to declare, Mr. Colon. Just passing through. |
The Lexx crew cleverly diguise themselves by driving a sensible auto and not fucking every moving thing. |
"I've gotta say, once you get past the initial unpleasantness, peeing down your leg can be quite nice." |
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These people each have their own separate cells reserved at Goulag |
The Guy Who Ate All The Jelly Donuts: Brad Smithersone |
"OK first'll be that stump, second that pile of broken glass, third the partially-buried toxic waste drum and home, this dead cat." |
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"*whispering* I see dead chickens!" |
*Walks off camera* *Comes back* "Not gay!" *Walks off again* |
Well, Kiddo, it's lodged pretty well in your lower intestine. You'll just have to let it pass. |