It’s quality not quantity maaaan!
THIS THREAD MAKES NO SENSE…I WAS NEVER A FAN.
But anyway…
Chewbacca: growl
Laugh it up fuzzball!!
Luke, I am your father…
yeah.
LOL
Kid…don’t get cocky.
My name is Howser!
there is no dayna…only zeul.
-I’ll tell you what I’m going to give you, Snakes. I’m going to give you 'til the count of ten to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keister out of here before I pump your guts full fo lead.
-Alright, I’m going…
-1…2…10…blat boom blat rat-a-tat-tat. Keep the change you filthy animal.
I met him, fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face and, the blackest eyes… the devil’s eyes! I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized what was living behind that boy’s eyes was purely and simply… evil!
“KILL?! HA! I am eternal child! The eater of worlds…and…CHILDREN!”
And I really don’t care for the way your company left me in the middle of fucking nowhere with fucking keys to a fucking car that isn’t fucking there. And I really didn’t care to fucking walk down a fucking highway and across a fucking runway to get back here to have you smile at my fucking face. I want a fucking car RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
…FUCK! Walter.
Nice fuckin’ model!
WHAT IS THIS A CENTER FOR ANTS?!?!
ITS NEEDS TO BE AT LEAST…THREE TIMES THIS SIZE!!
“Kicked out of Nam (hobbles)” " “what bad knee?”, “nonono, Homo”
BWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!
i was born to love you…i was born to lick yer face…i was born to rub you…but you were born to rub me first.
lets go out to the uh…patio.
splash
you can just go
‘Feelings’ to you is godamn filet mignon. To me, it’s parsley.
moose…rocko…help the judge find his checkbook.
Like they wanna listen to Phish records while you read your lame ass poetry.