Paw…paw…

Glue out the top, polonium out the bottom.

I hope he's riding into heaven on a horse with no name.

It's too bad about Fiorentino, the last thing I saw her in was What Planet Are You From?(2000).

That's the reason Burwell can never get an Oscar nomination. I like that his cues match up and compliment the outside music he chooses. I just went thru his filmography, and this years Carol, is his only nomination. Pretty sad.

I'm not sure. Some farts are really spicy, others are really smelly, and don't forget the electric fart, it has lots of juice.

Those two women make me laugh.

I'm still endeavoring to persevere.

It always seemed like Jimi Hendrix was a lot more prolific after he died, somehow.

Crack is good for you
I have crack everyday now
Won't you have some too

Ghostbusters Save Christmas

Now I'm thinking off when he beat the hell out of Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio in The Abyss.

Jeez you got a big house. Jeez you got a big house.

Mrs. Pancakes

WD-40, a story of a man who loves water, and how much it displaces him.

*Holds lighter to arm, arm hair catches on fire and then the rest of him lights up*

You don't have to do this, Milkproof…

No one expects The Spanish Inquisition Reference!

I can't wait to see it. It didn't make it to my towns theater.

I'll stake my Pulitzer on it!