Saturday, November 12, 2011
One lousy, half-assed snowfall? That's it?
More apocalypse victuals.
The pithy comment I had prepared only works if it's evident that those are plastic bags hanging off the branches & it's not evident that those are plastic bags.
Able to sashay past General Zod in a single bound.
We're bad, we're nationwide.
This makes Baby Michael Myers cry.
Something about needles & camels.
You'll never take twirling moustache alive, nyah.
I love the nightlife, I love to boogie.
"Oh, boo yourself."
Everyone hates the popular kids.
Sponsored by the Fourth Circle of Hell.
Because nothing says I love you like a glowing plastic turkey.
A three-piece is the opiate of the masses.
I'd feel safer if there was a graphic of waterboarding.
Driver's license doesn't count?
I fought & died in Axis & Allies for this country!
So sick & tired of the War On Yule.
Nice that the kids will have something to do whilst mom & dad get blotto.
If you don't like your job, you don't strike. You just go in every day & do it really half-assed. That's the American Way.
Creepy Santa gives the best presents.
For all your double entendre needs.
Is it safe? It's safe, it's very safe.
Judges? I'm sorry, we were looking for it pays to know people.
If I didn't suck, you'd be able to tell those are also red.
Ever since the Monkees broke up, Peter's been trying to get by.