November 22, 2010 | 0 Comments
General Treister: I have the cancer of the pee-pee, nothing anyone on Earth can do about that. Col. Hunter-Gathers: Sir, you can’t kill…
General Treister: I have the cancer of the pee-pee, nothing anyone on Earth can do about that. Col. Hunter-Gathers: Sir, you can’t kill…
Agent 21: Uh let me guess, Sphinx Headquarters? Shoreleave: Was it the giant sphinx? Agent 21: No it smells like out of work OSI D-bags.
Dean: What’s our mission? Dr. Venture: Your mission is to have the best damn home-school prom 500$ can buy!
Col. Hunter Gathers: If you simpletons are not embarrassed, I will be embarrassed for you. Now let’s set sail.
Pirate Captain: We grow our own pot and legalize the gay marriage. Shoreleave: I am going to retire here.
Monstroso: Let me tuck you in. Is that too tight? Billy: There is no blood getting to my face.
Sgt. Hatred: You can’t just hose him like a convict. Brock: He’s got ants on his ass. This is how you deal with the problem.
Eros: He get’s that way around death, it’s like he is in a Creed video.
Brock: Someone is in my car! Hank: Now that’s a super power. He can do that from 10 states away.
Professor Impossible: Ok Dean, who’s first? Mr. Polygamy: I am Mr. Polygamy and this is Mrs. Polygamy, Mrs. Polygamy, Mrs. Polygamy, and…