Robofreak Rants



"Welcome to Fantasy #347,
Dr. Smith."


"Fur may be murder on
Earth, June, but here
in space you can
shut yer damn piehole."


"Ladies and Gentlemen.....
Leif Garrett!"
*hushed silence*


"I'd like to ask for...
ONE Meeelion Pesos!"
*snickers* "What?!?!"


....and that, boys and girls,
is what we call a "footjob"


Dr. Smith's Roscoe P. Coltrain
went over well at all the space
parties. "Cootie-Coot-Coot!"


"Oohhhh, right in the ground
round! That's gonna leave a mark!"


.oO "There's just GOT to be a
hole on this thing somewhere!"


*strum* "Some people call me
the Space Cowboy!"
*strum* "Some call me the
gangster of love"


When Cheech and Chong's Collide!


Aw, C'mon Sci-fi Channel...
it's lunchtime for goodness sakes!


All of as sudden it
becomes "Lust in Space."
*wokaa chikka*


I was just commenting on
the lack of good Spanish
theater like two days ago...
God bless!


June dreams of the day when
she too can be a WWF Diva.....
*sigh*


"Oh, there you are, Dr. Smith.
Could you keep it a little
more quiet down there?
This echoes you know."


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