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In his latest feat of magic, David Copperfield emerges from the ass of a Cuban lieutenant. |
How Rube Goldberg eats a Reese's.... (You gotta be OLD to get that one....) |
Not sure what it is, but I feel better knowing it's there if I need it. |
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And, live from where it lives, The Fish. (will do, NT) |
"PULL!" *twang* *a midget soars through the air with the greatest of ease* *ZAAAAAPP* *splurtch* "PULL!" |
Fortunately in his shipwreck kit there was a fake beard. |
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"I lost my brain in the war. They had to put in prosthetic bagpipes in its place." |
"Please, sir, I'd like some more . . . (wait for it) . . . pie." |
I don't know what it is but it requires Windows 98 or higher. |
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Infidels! Unbelievers! They dare show BURGERS during the Hour of Pie and Haggis?!? |
"I don't know. I drank two Generiks, smoked a bunch of Kif, and I found myself in this get up, eating pie. Oh, and someone's hand was up my ass." |
Audience, punch in your selection now! Is this: A) Sad, Knowing Smile, or B) Prelude to a Burp? |
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Never before has so much been so wrong so fast... |
No matter what order you superimpose over breasts, men will follow it...Now if we could somehow use this to our advantage.... |
For those who love sticking their hands up the asses of little rubber frogs |