"Mrs Peel, we're needed."

"Honey, this chair smells like crack."

Could it be something breaking free from Jupiter's incredibly dense gravity and lifting off the planet? New Mexico's Very Large Array has picked up something that sounds like the 'Flight of the Valkyries'.

The Da Vinci Cod

I prefer real paper books (especially paperbacks) or magazines:

He bathes in Orange Crush.

Spandex stretches, so the frame is stretching the fabric flat. Like a trampoline. Terrific for those flicks you'd like to hurl your popcorn at. If the screen gets yucky, take it off, toss it in the laundry.

Hey girl ... my rectenna's going off.

"... a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet…

"Make my day"

Hey girl.

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy. She'll beat you if she's able. You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.

Belated Happy Birthday Wil Wheaton!

I. Love. Curling.

Well, that explains the incomprehensible statement made by a Gov Romney adviser:

What is notable is "a silverback named Vubu grunted, cautioning Ndayambaje to stay away". Gorilla made my eyes mist.

I see what you did there.

Not all those who wander are lost.