rather reminiscent of the dr. bronner's bottle.

vulcan is my room mate.
guan yin is my lawyer.

who is this matt dillon you speak of?

screwing travolta's or williams's wife? which one?

wait! now is our chance. let's have comedy cryogenically frozen. the science of the future will revive it.

h?
i would select h, but this option, by allowing us to avoid the difficult but necessary choice of one of the evils, stifles the debate and may result in fewer article-related threads. is anyone up for a?

sir, if you wish to attract the lady's heart, i suggest a different approach. No woman appreciates fawning and obsessive messages. I suggest instead you serenade her with snarky comments and replace your cheap puns with sardonic insights on modern life.

wait - who is she?
who is this gwyneth paltrow? why should i care about her? why does she still exist?

no.

what is this "tit world"? where is it located? why was I not informed of it before now?

casting into a pit is not enough! she must be decapitated, then ripped into pieces and burned alive, then crucified, and then consigned to the pit. a pit full of lions. and snakes, yes, snakes. and gorillas. and poisonous mushrooms. and flesh-eating toads. and chimaeras, and . . .
gah! just make her disappear.

i blame it on the ufo's. they controll her mind, you know.

hey, nothing wrong with that. isn't that how everyone hunts wolves?

of course. it's a prerequisite for success as a male pop singer appealing to teen girls, in this day and age. if you want to be fameous, you have to love the snake.

i don't have a cubicle job. ha ha ha ha ha ha! ha ha heh hack.
*laughs triumphantly*

::wonders about the original topic of the thread::

is it unusual to find that i'm in love with you? seriously, i need an answer.

oh yeah? my vehicle gets 35 moles per light year.

well of course vampires have e.d.- they don't have blood.