They were a mite standoffish. Each of them with intrusive pistols - four bandolier-clad bandits, each with a killer motive; a killer deal.

"Lucy, there's a gay moose outside our window. No, it hasn't done anything but I can tell from the glimmer in its eyes there's shenanigans."

The Sun has gone stark raving mad, and is convinced it's a fish. Humanity screams and cowers in terror at this new affront to nature.

"1800-Contacts? They can't have my brand!" "Look. Look with your special eyes." "MY BRAND!"

A deviant snake from the Outer Gates who is evil and will only hiss 'SAPPHIRES SAPPHIRES' at its adversaries.

I can see clearly now the rain has gone.

fugly furry nelba and her racoon tail bang have a date with the garbage trash

Buster Jenkins. R.I.P. (1960 - 2012) d. early last wednesday, tripped whilst making hot dog, fell naked and moist on floor.

My beard! My beautiful beard! Please don't judge me i'm not this sexy in real life I swear

"Can't we put our differences aside? Just this once, Tommy? Just....this once...."

Sometimes. you reach for the stars - as far as you can - and consequently all you do is end up pulling a nerve in your neck. Fucking hurts.

"I told Jane three times. Three: No. More. Curry! I hate it; she might's'well just shit in a pot and call it a serving of jodhpur dhal."