Page 34: Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse...
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NStink concert blows a fuse. |
"Say, aren't there supposed to be little pictures of /crabs/ on these bibs?" |
No, those bibs will stay right there until you can learn to eat more neatly. |
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I guess he's having the lobster |
Stars. Cue the stars. For God's sake, cue the stars! Jeez, how hard is it to punch some holes?? |
Jesus Christ, twenty miles of ship and not a single bathroom!!! |
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Fluke Starbucker? Where's Chewchilla, the Wookie Monster? |
Frozen by fear, he watched the wind-up ballerina do its pirhouette of death. |
Andy, the bastard son of a Furby and Pikachu. |
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He's still not having a good day, even after taking his pants off. |
"Luke, you will go to the Dagobah System..." |
"Welcome to Space Burger....would you like to try a side order of Space Spuds?" |
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It will be the 7th of July. Think of the consequences! Just think! (heya, folks!) |
It's creepy....it's like he KNOWS we're here. *shivers* |
Still wondering how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. |