2001, Page 58
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"I'll give you this tumbleweed for your pile of dirt." "Hmmm, you drive a hard baragain." |
....and see all the people. |
"...Open the doors, and-" "You're close! You're close!" "But I don't see all the people." "Okay, let's try it again. Where's the church? Show me the church." (Bye GK!) |
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"What is it?" "I don't know, but it's squishy, and I think it's licking my finger." |
"You sure this is where you buried grandpa?" "Of course! Can't you hear him screaming?" ... "Oh, yeah." |
"Problem there, Skip?" "No, it always gets this way after one of my marathon jerk sessions." "Wow... I can't believe you hit the side of the barn from HERE!" |
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"Before I became a blonde, I was *THIS* smart." |
"Any monsters under my bed tonight?" "NO!" "Shutup Carl" |
suave mcdebonaire and his sidekick, lumpy o'hair, nonchalantly... look. (you were doing fine, clover) |
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"one scotch and cleavage... er, soda, coming up." |
One ring to hide them. One ring to bind them. One ring to merchandise the hell out of them all. |
o/` SILENT NIGHT!!! HOLY NIGHT!!! ALL IS CALM!!! o/` |