2001, Page 51
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so we figured we're just the guys to do it |
Can't tell what kind of animal he is. He just keeps saying "wango tango" and "wang-dang sweet poontang"... |
SciFi now presents... Crossing Over, with Chewbacca |
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"Oh, my God, D'argo, look at her butt. It is so big. She looks like one of those rap guys' girlfriends..." |
What do you mean the white powder I inhaled WASN'T cocain?! |
"Quarterback for the Rams, Number 64.... Marian Cunningham!" |
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Failed workforce automation #25: Titty bars. Yeah, take it off, Number 5. Yeah, baby. |
"And as we travel through the vagina..." |
And then God said, "Ah Screw It, I'll just start over." And it was dark again |
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Ooh, Dennis! There's some lovely shit over 'ere! |
Jim's heartbeat is unstable, but his treble and reverb are perfect for this auditorium. (Hi, Viper. I keep forgetting who I've said "hi" to already....) |
New! The Sourdough Bacon Heart Attack. Now with a free side order of clogged arteries. |