I thought a neighbor was a device for making holes in horses...
If the next poster had a Hummer...
The salesperson went 100% down on the price...I couldn't resist even though she had high millage.
The next poster has invented a more fuel efficient mode of transportation.
... I'd almost need a stepladder to get in and if I could reach the paddels I'd still needed a drivers licence. If I had that I would be very cool, in some people's opinion. I'd probably be rich because I sold it however.
Next poster has better plans for a Hummer.
*Gggrr, Ninja's*
I have a couple of tour cyclists that take me everywhere.
Next poster would be able to ride the tour if it wasn't for one little thing.
I lost the key.
The next poster just started a world tour.
On target to do in in 79 days, so take that!
The next poster will now pitch a new Jackie Chan movie.
Very invigorating, but it ruined my pink rubber chaps.
The next poster has invented something to help out bashful nudists
I have a denary mind, next poster created new math.
It's the My Cousin Vinnie role-playing game suitable for all Youtz.
The next poster has a crazy accent.
Only when I roll a natural 20!
The Next Poster rolled a natural 1 doing something mundane.
Time to change my socks. OK!
OH NO! Socks up my nose! And they don't match! *Odd* socks up my nose! Aagh!
The next poster believes that showering is morally wrong.
The next poster has a better talent.
And I am still waiting for the correct answer!
The next poster has an answer.
The Answer to the Great Question... Of Life, the Universe and Everything... Is... Forty-two.
The next poster decorates their room with posters... of wookies in swimwear.
I was six years old, at the time it was AWESOME.
The next poster preferred Emmet Otter's Jugband Christmas from the year before.
It tastes like everything and I can never finish eating it. Everything flavor kills your appetite real fast. It takes the pause between meals to go on a rampage.
Next poster likes to take baths while eating at a restaurant.
THE STEADFAST PROLETARIAN MASSES OF THE POMARJ MARCH SHOULDER TO SHOULDER TO OPPOSE DECADENT GREYHAWK IMPERIALISM! ONWARDS IN NOMOG-GEAYANITE UNITY UNDER THE WISE HELMSMANSHIP OF COMRADE TURROSH MAK! WE MUST SHATTER CHICKPEA PRODUCTION TARGETS TO FURTHER BURNISH THE GLORY OF OUR BELOVED MOTHERLAND!
The next poster can spell 'Apparatchik'
а п п а р а т ч и к
Easy stuff comrade.
The next poster is unreasonably frightened by trick-or-treaters.
Whoever smelt it dealt it, no need to try and blame it on me lucky7.
The next poster enjoys fart jokes more than magic.
They were coming out with a new edition every year and I couldn't reuse my old cards for tournament play. Fart jokes are less expensive and if clever enough you can reuse them indefinitely.
The next poster likes to shadow box but can't understand why they keep losing against the shadow.
Why won't this Cold Iron flyswatter do any damage against these shadows?
The next poster invented something better to deal with the undead.
Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse.
Then next poster wont make me follow my own post after two week.
As a wizard I like to cover my friends in goo...er,um NO... that's not right.
The next poster discovered a great tasting goo.
19.9999997 seconds....
19.9999998 seconds....
19.9999999 seconds LOOKAWAYLOOKAWAYLOOKAWAY!
Oh, it's OK - that moon's pink!
Now what happens if I take my head out from between my legs?
The next poster is Screaming for Vengeance. Or possibly Vegetables.
It all makes sense when you use a hook and a rope.
Then next poster climbed to the top of something intriguing.
I had a hard to reach itch.
The next poster uses Gold Bond, but not for the reason we all think.
You would have to if you had smelled the fart she let out at the Grand Ball.
The next poster lost a shoe at the ball.
I do have nice shiny reflective scales, don't I.
The next poster wishes they were a reptile too.