Welcome to American Idle. Tonight we have an exciting semifinal match. Our first contestant is Helen Fuller ... Oh, she's asleep. Isn't that outstanding! She'll be hard to beat.
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Next we have her opponent, James Winger. James is ... uh, where is he?
We haven't seen him. It looks like James couldn't be bothered to come in tonight.
Incredible! Well, there you have it. James Winger will advance to the finals of American Idle, next Tuesday on Fox.
Congratulations. You | That is so far are the winner of the | out! I don't sacredest cow of this | believe it! Wait year award............... | till I tell Bossy.
I dunno. I just ate some cheese that had been dumped overboard, and it must have been radioactive or something. Speaking of which, mind if I have one of those salty dog cheese fries before I eat you?
Sure, go right ahead.
Le Ring! Le Ring!
Allez le grand orange! Zomeone is calling on ze secret freed... er, FRENCH fry fone. Le Super Jesus must be in deep merde!
Post a creatively doctored image to Photoshop Valley. Unfortunately, it is hosted by Geocities. Go back 2 spaces.
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CHOICE: Lose two turns reading the entire Colossal Geek thread, OR lose two turns pondering the paradox of how you can both not be Scyess, and not be not_Scyess.
DexX finally gets around to completing your forumuser character. Move ahead four spaces.
I'm so glad I did yours, bunner. The site needs more teenaged characters.
Play some Buttonmen. The RNG hates you. For your next 5 turns, your left-hand opponent sets your die rolls.
*BASTARD*
Start a "What are the rules of this contest?" challenge. Add a new secret rule to this game and collect $1 from each violator whenever it is violated (remember, YOU must always follow your rule).
A man, a plan, a can, that is the question.
All right portion words got odd lengths.
A visit from Cthulhu leaves you insane. For the remainder of the game, move forward on odd rolls or instructions, and backward on even ones.
Jack, there's only enough space on the lifeboats for women and children. I can't bear to let you die. In my cabin there's a suit of armor that will protect you.
And then we'll be together forever, Rose.
CUT! That didn't work. He still died. I want a happy ending! How about if you two sing songs from West Side Story?
Glub.
When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way, from your first ciga...
Hang on, wait a second. It's 1912 here. What the fuck's a jet?
Suddenly I am feeling totally horny. I want you to rip off my clothes right here on this deck and then we'll fuck like crazed weasels.
Yes, ma'am!
ARE YOU TIRED OF HAVING EVERYTHING RUST? TRY NEW RUSTOLEUM. IT REALLY WORKS! SEE, LOOK AT ME. UNDER THE OCEAN FOR SIX MONTHS, AND NO RUST!
Hey, sorry you missed that, but I am a guy. Hand me a remote and I've got to change channels. I just couldn't help myself. You males out there understand.
Whoa, that was incredible. I am totally satisfied.
PMS? Look at this! Snowdrifts up to here; someone even built a snowman in the middle of the rink. Our curling match is supposed to start in 15 minutes!
I've got a clogged drain. I think it's hair. Can you come fix it?
Hair, huh? You don't suppose it's RAT hair, do you? I'll find that rodent and chew on it until it squeals ...
Look, I've just got a leak. What can you do for me?
Someone's leaking? Well, I can take a sawed-off AK-47, with teflon-coated rounds, and when I get ahold of that fink, you'll have to scrape him off the wall with a putty knife.
Hold on, you are McOnaughy, the plumber, aren't you?
No, ma'am. I'm G. Gordon Liddy. Right above McOnaghy in the Yellow Pages. A lot of people make that mistake.
Just tighten this a bit more, and everything should be fixed. Did I mention about our money back guaran...
What the hell was that?
My phone. I set the ringer on extra-ultra-super-loud, so I can hear it when I'm out of the office on a call. Gotta run so I can pick it up before the second ring.
Everybody's helpless. Now I can push this button and blow the whole school to smitheree...
Hey there, cutie.
I'm so happy! I feel so gruntled. I'm just going to step outside and pick some flowers.
You go do that. Run along, now.
I don't get it. Why weren't my mutant powers affected?
That's simple. He didn't know you were an X-Man. You weren't in his copy of Jane's so he couldn't go and switch you. You might say you were our X-factor!