Hey, Bill! I thought I told you to get your fat ass outta D.C.! I'm the grand poobah now!
Look, Misnomer Boy, I left some of my crap in the Oval office, alright?
"...some of your crap..."? Sounds pretty nebulas to me...
Sounds pretty "mass of interstellar gas" to you? What a moron! It's only a matter of time before this country becomes a vast wasteland of human misery and suffering...
Hello! L. Ron Hubbard here! I just thought I'd pop back and address the controversy surrounding The Church of Scientology!
As you know, my famous book, DIURETICS, explains it all! It's good to pee! Everybody pees! Not everybody poops because some people are constipated, but, dammit, everybody pees!
Pssst! Mr. Hubbard, it's DIANETICS, not DIURETICS...
Should I answer it? If it's him, I won't know what to say, I'll get all stuttery-like and dumb-sounding. Besides, he'll just think all I do is sit around waiting for him to call!
Riiiiing! Riiiiing! Riiiiing!
But, if I don't answer, he'll think I'm not home and that I'm not interested in him and that I'm out with some other guy...
Riiiiing! Riiiiing! Riiiiing!
Damn. Well, if he calls back, I might just answer it. Maybe.
It was really just a telemarketer, but I'm not tellin' this retard that...
"There are two things on this island: snakes and rats!"
So, Susan, which are you? Ha, ha, ha!
"... and if you were lying in the gutter, dying of thirst, I wouldn't give you a drink of water."
If Kelly were in the gutter, there would already be water there, though, because there's usually a little run off. Besides, where there are gutters, there are buildings with plumbing and...
"... and when I get off this stinkin' island away from you rats and snakes, I'm posing for Playboy!"
Russell, I can't believe you're actually breaking up with me...
Sorry, Meg, time to move on...A stud like me gets restless after a while...
But I left my husband for you! My career suffered irreparable damage while yours didn't!
That's because men are superior and everyone knows it. Men can cheat on their wives, date women, hell, GIRLS young enough to be their granddaughters...And it's acceptable!
But it's all so unfair! You said you loved me!
That was just to get you in the sack! God, you're such a Sheila...
Three reasons to use the default: 1) You're in a freakin' big hurry!
Hi, I'm Kat, and I wanted to post a message on the messageboard, but...
She forgot her password!
2) You never used a computer before...
Yes, I'm an idiot sometimes. I've requested that the password be sent to my email, but...well, it's taking a long time. I mean, it's been almost 30 minutes!!!
She's being ignored big time!!!
3) You're a complete and total moron...
Yes, so, I'm just asking if some of you would kindly comment on my comics in the messageboard, please...Give me some feedback! Please be honest, but gently so...
It's from Mary. She writes that Elm City has become a Village of the Damned! Squirrels are attacking and killing people for no apparent reason. She must be pulling my leg.
No, still no word from lowpass. My account says my password is exactly what I thought it was, and I can make comics, but I still can't post messages...
It's the big freeze, baby. The old-timers are big-time hacks and have found a way to block you from participating in the discussions!
*sniff, sniff* I feel so unloved!
From now on, we won't let Kat join in any reindeer games! Right, gang?
"Play to the ugly-as-hell guy who looks exactly like James Woods in the fourth row," my old acting coach used to say...
Yes, he always said that that ugly-as-hell-separated-from-his-identical-twin-James-Woods guy in the fourth row would appreciate my dedication to and purification of the characters I play...
So, ugly-as-hell James Woods look-a-like, I play to you. Take my advice, fellow SAG members, play to the ugly-as-homemade-sin guy in the fourth row who is THE SPITTING IMAGE of James Woods. Thanks!
Now, today we're going to learn how to hail a taxi in New York. Raise your arm like so...Good!
Now scream at the top of your lungs, "Hey, you bastard hack, pick me up!!!"
Hey, you bastard hack, pick me up!!!
Good! Next we're going to learn how to bid at an auction. Raise your arm like this and say, "I'll give ya 5 cents for that piece of crap and that's all it's worth!"
I can't believe you invited anyone from Dieselsweeties to my birthday party! They're boring, annoyingly pixelated, and they always bring the crappiest gifts!
Well, I'm sorry ... I guess I wasn't thinking.
Well, it's too late now. We'll just have to grin and bear it, I suppose.
If they give you something crappy, I'll get rid of it like last time, 'kay?
Happy Birthday, Wigudonkey! Since you lost your last birthday present in that freak accident with the spider monkey and the blender, we got you a replacement, only better!!
Yeah! And THIS ceramic iguana has a CLOCK in its stomach!! I'll just put in on the mantle where it'll be safe!
Hey, what happened during your trip to Earth? I heard you got into a lot of trouble...
Yeah, well, the boss is pretty sore. But, humans are just so stupid, I just HAD to have a little fun with them. First, I had Madonna star in yet ANOTHER movie...
No way! That's so cruel to those poor stupid humans!
Yeah, but THEN I probed Jeb Bush and Katherine Harris and got George Bush elected President of the U.S.!
That's so evil!
Yeah, well, I'm paying for it now. As punishment, I have to spend the next millennium watching back-to-back episodes of "Moesha."
Son, I think it's time we had that little talk about the nuts and the bolts.
You mean sex.
Well, no robots don't actually have sex like humans do. We can, however, since we now have emotion chips, feel amorous toward other robots and form romantic relationships...
And have sex...
Well, no, son, I told you already, we can't have sex.
Then what's the point in forming a romantic relationship if you can't do the nasty? I don't think I want to live anymore...