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We must be REALLY special! |
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Uh, were you gonna strip? 'Cuz I got a couple dollars, and...no, huh? Did I mention I blew up all the balloons? Huh? Did I? |
"well it says right here we're supposed to be interlecturals 'n stuff, readin books and all. we can do that." |
See, it's a Favreau-Keith Coogan-Kirk Cameron-isity. Hard to describe, easy to love. |
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"Rock and roll martiannnnnn! Rock and roll martiannnnn!" |
Well boys, we can wrap this caes up. The finger prints belong to Jabber Jaw. |
Shit, where are the kittens? What the hell are we gonna use for bait? |
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In China, our headquarters are in Won Shu. |
"And then I poked him like this and he said.." "OW!" "Yeah! That's what he said! Do you know him?" (heya sunny) |
Does a bear fart in the woods? |
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"...and be sure to leave SciFi Santa some fresh milk and carrion on Christmas Eve." |
<This is the captain speaking, we're currently experiencing high volumes of air traffic due to the holidays... We'll be in a holding pattern for about 30 mins" |
I am SciFi. -Gilligan |
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( Can't you just hear the " Sanford & Son " theme? ) |
Time for the ubiquitous reckless bravado versus intellectual self-restraint scene. Buckle up! (thanks, Icewoman) |
Saggitarius. Likes Foghat, fog horns, and New England in the morning. Chain smoker. To talk to Bradford, dial ##3764 and don't inhale. |