>I never said it was easy to be a revolutionary, probably because I'm the first.
>Nostalgia just isn't what it used to be.
>It's called "Silly Sausage" for a reason, ya know!
>"My name's Jim, and I'm a recovering retard." "Hi, Jim!"
>one fish two fish eat fish poo fish
>Die in a fire, or at least celebrate National "Choke on a Peanut" Day!
>Don't piss me off again or I just might rip out your eyeballs and shove them up your tuchas so you can watch me kick it, use the blood spurting out of your eye sockets to paint my garage door, carve my full name onto your back with an icepick and leave you to die cold, lonely and friendless behind the nearest 7-11, or preferrably a nice ditch somewhere near a historical monument where hopefully an inbred with Hansen's Disease will rape what little pride you might have had left!!
>SuperChicken Adventures: The Cluck Stops Here
>Mis pantalones estan llenos de mierda radiactiva! (My pants are filled with radioactive waste)
>I'm dreadfully sorry for that last ordeal, but we ran out of Twinkies and the only thing left was this one case of expired Kool-Aid packets.
>Two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts certainly do.
>Ever wondered what those Mexican immigrants are saying at your local supermarket? "We need chuck roast, milk, bread, and eggs. By the way, when were we planning on overthrowing the government and setting up a dictatorship similar to Soviet Russia's?"
>Name something funnier than a midget with an atomic wedgie and I just might not care.
>Fun Stuff: Hide beneath the tablecloth counter with the erotic-smelling lotions at your local Victoria's Secret and whenever someone approaches the lotions, mumble "It puts the lotion on its skin and does what it's told or else it gets the hose again!" This is guaranteed to freak out at least 2 people before the manager catches you down there.
>Good relationships are like a wang in a glass case: no matter how much you want it, you can't have it. Not ever-ever-ever. Ever.
>A good name for the removal of sunburned peeling skin flakes on your shoulders: A flakeondectomy.
>The next time someone tells you they haven't had a bite in three days, buy them a turkey sammich. That's right, a sammich.
>When I grow up, I wanna be a callapidder. Or a capatiller. Or a callalipper. Or a catalipper. Or a cadatipper. And now the word doesn't even make sense anymore, does it?
>I AM NOT AROUSED BY THE AXE EFFECT(TM)
>Why do I like hack-and-slash movies? Because the power of Diced compels me.
>PARENTAL ADVISORY: I EXPOSE CONSPIRACIES A LOT
>You know you've been playing fantasy games online too much when you can say the word "corpse" without a second thought. Thank gaming for making death meaningless!