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Beamer
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FARNSWORTH: Good news, everyone! I traded our survival supplies for a solid silver replica of Bart Simpson's slingshot!!
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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Prof: It's for suppositories you knuckleheads! Don't you know anything about the ascent of man and tools!
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Beamer
DOOP Secretary
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"Hey, you're not the regular forehead inspector..."
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Monster_Robot_Maniac
Liquid Emperor
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« Reply #737 on: 10-23-2013 03:04 »
« Last Edit on: 10-23-2013 03:09 »
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Zapp gently pulled the Young Man up off of the hard, cold cement. He took him in his burly, well-developed arms, and whispered into his hair-covered ear, "Make Love....Not War." The young man willingly pulled closer to Zapp's face, his lips puckering in delight. Zapp leaned toward the young man's face, and without a second thought, the two friends' lips had connected, transforming them from simpleminded, common boys into overachieving, extraordinary men in a matter of seconds. The surge of love flowed through the two partners; It was a feeling they had never truly felt before. The two slowly pulled back from each other, each still looking deep into one another's eyes admiringly. The young man, unbelievably grateful that all of his fantasies were becoming realities, wiped a tear of happiness from his beady eye, and while feeling the surge of true love, said....,
"Radical."
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coldangel
DOOP Secretary
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Zapp: How... do... you... get... your... hair... so... SHINY!?
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coldangel
DOOP Secretary
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Morbo: ...And I'm Ron Burgundy. Go fuck yourself, San Diego.
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Beamer
DOOP Secretary
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It's amazing how few people could tell the difference after Linda killed Morbo and replaced him with a papier-mâché replica.
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Monster_Robot_Maniac
Liquid Emperor
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In honor of the upcoming Anchorman 2, Coldangel is the Winner of this round!
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Beamer
DOOP Secretary
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"They kicked me out of their club, too?!"
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ShinyMetal***
Professor
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Fry: How's that robot I ran over Farnsworth: We did all we could.... Fry: You mean he's...? Farnsworth: Good as new? Yes!
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