![]() "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." |