What do you expect me to do? Get on a horse and ride all the way back to L.A.?
Somebody shoot this kid!
I'm sure this nonsense is against some kind of law.
What goes around comes around
-Poodle chasing tail wisdom-
GRRRRRROOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLL-hoot.
Mmmmm.....roadkill
RUH ROH!
One day Patrick will have so many personalities that they will collapse under their own mass.
Patrick will disappear.
All that will remain is a alias eating black hole.
Blinks
Keep quiet you little bastards!!!
OH YEAH!
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Too bad Mona Day only comes once a year.
OH YEAH!
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Looks thirstily at Kool-Aid Man.
in the days of....the red dye seven.....the koolaid...cool, refreshing; they added no sugar, and drank it unsweetened. The ONES who DRANK the TANG, it needed no sugar, for the sugar was allready in evidence within. Sweet, crystalline grains sprinkled in the orange sand.
I think I made a wrong turn somewhere back there...
Kill da Wabbits!
Kill da Wabbits!
*YAWN*
Buuuu neeeeee!
All shall bow before Mistress Lilith the Creator!
I wuv aliases.
I wuv aliases.
Boy, I say boy! You sound like you're a few sandwiches short of a picnic, son.
Scurry back to Foggy Bottom and try to refrain from adding more pork to the stimulus bill you fiend!
Whacks Greasy with his walking stick
I wuv aliases.Boy, I say boy! You sound like you're a few sandwiches short of a picnic, son.
I wuv sandwiches, too.
It's all right for you lot. I was stabbed to death by a Nubian that I used to sell hashish to.
I failed to make my job as well.
That was a letdown.
BAH! You berks at least got somewhere! All I ever did was say a few lines in a bar and walk offset. Pah, I need a new agent ...
May I give you my business-card?
Scurry back to Foggy Bottom and try to refrain from adding more pork to the stimulus bill you fiend!
Whacks Greasy with his walking stick
Boah, If you don't stop talkin' so much, you'll get your tongue sunburned.
Uuuuuuuuh?
Edit: Yaaaaaaarn!
May I give you my business-card?
Is it Erik Mona Day yet?
whimpers
It's the only day the monkey lets me out of my cage...
Shall I blast these insignificant meatbags?
May I give you my business-card?Is it Erik Mona Day yet?
whimpers
It's the only day the monkey lets me out of my cage...
Remain in your cage, citizen. The day of legal impersonation of Erik Mona has not yet arrived.
*bakes mexican pizzas for Mona's day*
woof!
Someone once accused me of replacing my heart with a stone. In response I asked "Heart?"
hey.
Perfect margaritas all around.
How did I miss this thread?
BECAUSE ME EAT IT!!!!!!!!!!!
Silence fools! There can only be one!
I like chocolate milk!
Cocaine, anyone?
Mnaaaar!
Mnaaaar!
Your lack of witty dialogue fills me with shame.
You just made the list.