How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck norris??
By: Remus on September 5, 2007 at 2:11 am
As i bit into the nectarine it had a crisp juiciness about it that was very pleasurable.
Until I realized it wasn’t a nectarine at all,
but a childs head.
By: Demetri Deloise on September 5, 2007 at 2:12 am
When this girl at the art museum asked me whom I liked better, Monet or Manet, I said, “I like mayonnaise.” She just stared at me, so I said it again, louder. Then she left. I guess she went to try to find some mayonnaise for me.
By: Landon Ingals on September 5, 2007 at 2:17 am
Most people don’t realize that large pieces of coral, which have been painted brown and attached to the skull by common wood screws, can make a child look like a deer.
By: Joe Wagner on September 5, 2007 at 2:24 am
I don’t think God put me on this Earth to judge others.
I think he put me here to gather specimens and take them back to my home planet.
By: Jerol Cabra on September 5, 2007 at 2:27 am
Am i the only person here who wants to scissor kick Angela Landsbury?
By: Susan Rexia on September 5, 2007 at 2:33 am
Dwight Schrute:
Security in this office park is a joke. Last year I came to work with my spud-gun in a duffle bag. I sat at my desk all day with a rifle that shoots potatoes at 60 pounds per square inch.
Can you imagine if I was deranged?
By: Shrute_dwight on September 5, 2007 at 2:38 am
I remember how my Great Uncle Fleagle would sit on the porch and whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, because he had whittled off the paint. Maybe he wasn’t so Great.
By: Indugu Shaman on September 16, 2007 at 7:45 pm
Somebody told me it was frightening how much topsoil we are losing each year, but I told that story around the campfire…. and nobody got scared.
Maldistribution.
By: Dick Lordland on September 16, 2007 at 7:47 pm
If God dwells inside us, like some people say, I sure hope He likes enchiladas, because tonight that’s what He’s getting.
By: Antonio Mendoza on September 16, 2007 at 7:49 pm
If you’re traveling in a time machine, and you’re eating corn on the cob, I don’t think it’s going to affect things one way or the other. But here’s the point I’m trying to make: Corn on the cob is timeless, isn’t it?
By: JeeberFarms@tally.org on September 16, 2007 at 8:01 pm
You know what’s probably a good thing to hang on your porch in the summertime, to keep mosquitoes away from you and your guests? Just a big bag of blood.
By: youngjesus@youngjesusfilms.com on September 16, 2007 at 8:04 pm
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck norris??
By: Remus on September 5, 2007
at 2:11 am
As i bit into the nectarine it had a crisp juiciness about it that was very pleasurable.
Until I realized it wasn’t a nectarine at all,
but a childs head.
By: Demetri Deloise on September 5, 2007
at 2:12 am
When this girl at the art museum asked me whom I liked better, Monet or Manet, I said, “I like mayonnaise.” She just stared at me, so I said it again, louder. Then she left. I guess she went to try to find some mayonnaise for me.
By: Landon Ingals on September 5, 2007
at 2:17 am
Most people don’t realize that large pieces of coral, which have been painted brown and attached to the skull by common wood screws, can make a child look like a deer.
By: Joe Wagner on September 5, 2007
at 2:24 am
I don’t think God put me on this Earth to judge others.
I think he put me here to gather specimens and take them back to my home planet.
By: Jerol Cabra on September 5, 2007
at 2:27 am
Am i the only person here who wants to scissor kick Angela Landsbury?
By: Susan Rexia on September 5, 2007
at 2:33 am
Dwight Schrute:
Security in this office park is a joke. Last year I came to work with my spud-gun in a duffle bag. I sat at my desk all day with a rifle that shoots potatoes at 60 pounds per square inch.
Can you imagine if I was deranged?
By: Shrute_dwight on September 5, 2007
at 2:38 am
I remember how my Great Uncle Fleagle would sit on the porch and whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, because he had whittled off the paint. Maybe he wasn’t so Great.
By: Indugu Shaman on September 16, 2007
at 7:45 pm
Somebody told me it was frightening how much topsoil we are losing each year, but I told that story around the campfire…. and nobody got scared.
Maldistribution.
By: Dick Lordland on September 16, 2007
at 7:47 pm
If God dwells inside us, like some people say, I sure hope He likes enchiladas, because tonight that’s what He’s getting.
By: Antonio Mendoza on September 16, 2007
at 7:49 pm
If you’re traveling in a time machine, and you’re eating corn on the cob, I don’t think it’s going to affect things one way or the other. But here’s the point I’m trying to make: Corn on the cob is timeless, isn’t it?
By: JeeberFarms@tally.org on September 16, 2007
at 8:01 pm
You know what’s probably a good thing to hang on your porch in the summertime, to keep mosquitoes away from you and your guests? Just a big bag of blood.
By: youngjesus@youngjesusfilms.com on September 16, 2007
at 8:04 pm