DrThunder88
DOOP Secretary
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Me: Perhaps we could vacuum the whole damned bed. What do you think, Curly Joe? Curly Joe: No, man. A vacuum big enough to suck up that mama would take out half the bedroom. Sweet Clyde: You gotta Globetrotter that explosion up a little, Thundsy...make it a steam cleaning. Me: By God, Sweet Clyde is right. An steam cleaning might just destroy the rotting mass, which would stop more stench particles from escaping. Bubblegum Tate: Whoa. Slow that brain train down, Doc. We'd need some kind of steam cleaning device to initiate an steam cleaning like that. Me: Steam cleaning device? Ah, now the ball's in Thunder's court. (View arsenal of steam cleaners) I suppose I could part with one and still be feared.
-Farnsworth and Globetrotters paraphrased from "Time Keeps on Slipping"
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DrThunder88
DOOP Secretary
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Oh man, I was going to use that quote but I figured it was too obvious...certainly not because GFF beat me to it, no sir.
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DrThunder88
DOOP Secretary
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Everybody beats me anymore.
Me: Cheating's such an ugly word. I prefer "academic dishonesty," the "academic" makes it sound sophisticated.
-Bender paraphrased from "AOI1"
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niggle-snoosh
Crustacean
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« Reply #609 on: 08-12-2004 06:13 »
« Last Edit on: 08-12-2004 06:13 »
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leap out of chair and (cackling wildly) run out of room shouting: "so long suckers!!!" [the Professy, upon That Guy's discovery that his business plan is actually an escape plan] Hey! I've been down graded to a crustacean! (no offence to the ziodster) I guess you can't stay off the site for too long?
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cuavsfan
Crustacean
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I'm gonna open a file of whoop-ass on you.
The Masked Unit - Raging Bender
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DrThunder88
DOOP Secretary
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I remember a situation similar to this, and although I didn't win, I'll use the exact same quote.
Zapp: Call me cocky, but if there's an ass out there I can't kick I haven't met it and kicked it yet.
-Zapp paraphrased from "When Aliens Attack"
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boingo2000
Liquid Emperor
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Originally posted by DrThunder88: I remember a situation similar to this, and although I didn't win, I'll use the exact same quote. I remeber that situation, and I did win, so I will also use the exact same quote: Me: Activate emergency high speed self contained escape pack crisis response unit! Quick! *Then I run away really fast*-Leela, The Sting
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cuavsfan
Crustacean
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[ala cartridge unit] What?! (for above post)
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DrThunder88
DOOP Secretary
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Nobody steals DrThunder's...uh, thunder.
Also, redemption at last! We'll do best out of three, boingo, when someone uses this situation again.
Situation: Your coworkers or classmates are complaining about you deficient personal hygene.
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DogDoo8
Liquid Emperor
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« Reply #622 on: 08-15-2004 02:53 »
« Last Edit on: 08-15-2004 02:53 »
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Class mate: Hey, use this! You: What is it? Class mate: Deodorant! You : (in scared voice). What does it do? Fry in (Put Your Head On My Shoulders). Ahh thats a good episode.
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cuavsfan
Crustacean
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Them: I've never seen anyone so dirty. Me: This is nothing. In high school I went a hundred days between showers, right up till I caught Bubonic Plaugue.
Paraphrased from 'Fry and the Slurm Factory' (fry)
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Teral
Helpy McHelphelp
DOOP Secretary
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Them: "Get a bath, ya' dirty kid." Me: "Hey, Quit it guys. You don't hear our hot young teacher complaining." Hot Young Teacher: (storms through the door) "Dirty boy! Dirty dirty dirty!" (she knocks me to the floor) Me: (muffled) "It worked perfectly!"
- Hermes, "The Route Of All Evil" - Fry, "When Aliens Attack" - Morgan Proctor, "How Hermes Requisitioned His Groove Back - Fry, "I Dated A Robot"
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germanfryfan
The Listmaker
Urban Legend
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1st Person: gff, we have to discuss your hygene arrangements. 2nd Person: We've all talked it over... 1st Person: Hey, you're doing maths homework! Move over! ... *sits down next to me* Ah! 2nd Person: gff, sometimes in tight clothes, people become smelly not realizing it. me: I know, but I forgive you! 2nd Person: No, gff, by tight clothes I mean your pants! me: ahh! 2nd Person: And by people I mean you! me: right! 2nd Person: And by smelly I... me: Hey we try to do maths! 1st Person: Yeah, would yo kindly shut your noise hole?
Fry, Bender and Leela - I, roommate
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niggle-snoosh
Crustacean
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Well, you see, I used to be clean, and, well...time makes fools of us all!
Fry; hhrhgb
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DrThunder88
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This was a close one, but after two days I can safely say the winner is GFF with JBOORGES in a close second.
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Teral
Helpy McHelphelp
DOOP Secretary
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"Album shmalbum! I don't wanna hear this record. It's crap. I'll buy a new album and act like it's my favorite. With cash like this, who's going to argue? Nobody that's who."
Chief Singing Wind, "Where The Buggalo Roam"
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JBERGES
Urban Legend
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aw, I was so close.
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Me: But tell us. How could a CD with such a... fabulous tracklist, end up disappearing? Clerk: Ah, now that's a story that can only rightfully be told in a chamber of commerce video narrated by folk-rock trubadour Donovan, although we don’t sell folk.
[Video starts]
Donovan: We once had a CD, stocked, hundreds of miles from the area we now call the Popular Music Section. Yet so desperate the CD's desire for listeners that it moved away to the Pop Section next to the Britney Spears hub. Until the CD realized it was surrounded by crap and it started to melt. Knowing its fate, the quality people stole it. Ted Turner, Barbara Streisand, Oprah, the guy who invented the trumpet, the magician, and the other so called ‘gods’ of our legends, though gods they were. And also DrThunder was there. The others chose to remain behind in the aisles with their other albums, and one day evolved into idiots, and sing and dance and ring in the new to bad music.
Idiots: Hail the record store!
[Video ends]
Me: The magician? ______________
Leela/Colonel/Donovan - The Deep South
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cuavsfan
Crustacean
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Me: Come on Larry, get your big ass over there and get me my CD!
[Larry (clerk) heads over there, but at the last second another customer grabs the last copy]
Larry: He got the last one!
Me: Get more! Get more! Get more! Get more! Get more! <pause> Get more! Get more! Get more!
Larry: Only the manager can place a reorder. We have to sober him up.
Me: Try shocking him!
[Larry gives the manager a shot with his taser. After some gargling noises and twitching he stops moving. Smelling smoke I decide to mosey on over to the next record store...]
Paraphrased from 'A Clone of My Own'
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