And you're the first to die of malnutritive fece scarfing.

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If it weren't for the "clever marketing" the same could apply to Microsoft.

Now, on to the next, "Human Centipede: Three Dog Night"

Hydrochloric acid drenchings are reserved only for tasteful arthouse horror like "Let The Right One In". Not snark by the way.

Maybe King Buzzo or Queen Latifah, they are about the right age so what could go wrong?

The Teabaggers adopting you as a scion of virtue would not be really any different than co-opting Jesus as their own.

Letter M reminds me of Wonder Showzen. "Letter N, plunging into a shame spiral….."

I hope she is represented by a mucus encrusted, fingerless glove that may have used to be a sock.

Your a member of this crew, can you take some bad news?

Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines

no.
I think you're the greatest, but my dad says you don't work hard enough on defense.
And he says that lots of times, you don't even run down court. And that you don't really try… except during the playoffs.

Possibly Maeby, and don't call me….you know.

I want to know how she feels about the term "jelly donut"

Wilbur? Wilbur why are you touching me like that? Who are all these strange men? Wilbur?

Well, gotta start somewhere.

No Song of the South until I realize my boyhood dream of Old Yeller 3D.

Do The Hop,
 Do The Necro Hop.

This could be a companion piece for my book, Three Cups of Pee.

Thats right, you got it from V.D.