New power soul!
Penis down to ankle!
OMG!

Use of a telephone pole as a hood ornament may lead to electrocution.

Exposure to open windows may lead to bouts of constipated self-bitchslapping. Beware.

If your breath is bad, please strangle yourself.

Please don't store your fucking files here!

HamsterHuey said:

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When Dan farts, stay low, the air is breathable there.

Please be in time for your nuclear explosion appointment at 5:12. We do not reschedule in case of missed appointments.

We do not like elevators. Elevators suck.

Open doors by using karate techniques at any of these points.

HamsterHuey said:

Christopher said:

Imago said:

Perfect!

HamsterHuey said:

Love it!

Remember, featureless albino mutants have respiratory and digestive systems too. Don't think you're so special.

Moonbeam said:

Terrorist weapons will be clearly identifiable by the giant radioactive symbol or the visible, bright red sticks of dynamite.

When George Bush receives the fall-out for stirring up the Middle East hornet nest, he can run, he can hide, but radiation is still gonna hunt and burn his ass.



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Store your Sweet ~n~ Low, and all products containing aspartame or saccharin in a cool, dry place. Remember: If it's good enough to store dynamite, it's good enough for your artificial sweeteners.

Remember, nuclear explosions have the right of way. Always yield to nuclear explosions.




This one made me laugh my ass off for a good minute!

Valdosta, Georgia chapter of Homeland Security Message: Avoid all books claiming evolution as fact as they are linked to Iraq.

Moonbeam said:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Pop-locking towards the door will deflect any and all chances of getting hit by debris.



Not only will jerri curl juice keep your hair looking lovely, it'll help get rid of smile lines.



"Biohazardous Fish n'Bird Flurry--now available at participating McDonald's!"



Gurrrrrl, don't nobody wanna see you rockin' yo homemade "Gangsta Glam" outfit. NOBODY.

Please do not set your house on fire. You may burn the pretty trees.

You got exactly 5 minutes and 12 seconds before you succumb to the bassline fallout.

Make sure to check for orange, cheesy smegma when you run your "Broadway" into Main Street.

We'll trade you a economy-sized package of Slim Jims (decorative garnish included) for that 20-gallon tub of 3121. No strings attached.

Band members from TLC not allowed inside.

No farting in my couch fort, dammit!