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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 9:48 pm
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 9:49 pm
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 9:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 28, 2007 2:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2007 2:19 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 10:35 pm
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Family Guy
Peter Griffin: Hi. I'm in the other room and I'm trying to get some sleep.
cheese guy: Look, a wagon wheel.
Peter Griffin: What the hell's your problem?
cheese guy: I just smoked a whole bunch of crack.
Peter Griffin: Hey, let's play a game called "I never". You gotta drink if you never did the thing the person says they did.
Cleveland: I got one - I never slept with a woman with the lights on.
[everyone drinks]
Joe Swanson: I got one - I never slept with Cleveland's wife.
[Quagmire and Cleveland drink]
Peter Griffin: I never did a chick in the Logan airport bathroom.
[Quagmire drinks]
Peter Griffin: [later, Quagmire has 20 beers on the table] Oh, God, what else is there? I never gave a reach around to a spider monkey while reciting the pledge of allegiance.
Glen Quagmire: Oh, God!
[Quagmire drinks]
Joe Swanson: I never picked up an illegal alien from Home Depot to take me home and choke me while I touch myself.
Glen Quagmire: Oh, God!
[Quagmire drinks]
Peter Griffin: Same thing except with a chick from JoAnn Fabrics.
Glen Quagmire: Oh, Come on, this is getting ridiculous!
[Quagmire drinks]
Glen Quagmire: [he passes out]
Joe Swanson: Boy, he's out cold.
Peter Griffin: Let's write on him!
Lois Griffin: Peter, did you take care of that...
Peter Griffin: What? Oh, my growth! Yeah, I had the doctor looking at it.
Doctor: Mr. Griffin, that isn't your growth, that's your p***s.
Peter Griffin: What about the...
Doctor: Testicles.
Futurama
Fry: Whoa…a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year's costume?
Bender: Bite my shiny metal a**.
Fry: It doesn't look so shiny to me.
Bender: Shinier than yours, meatbag.
[Fry, disguised as a robot, is urinating behind a dustbin.]
Robot: Sir, are you aware that you're leaking coolant at an alarming rate? Let me to patch you up with some hot resin.
Fry: Er, I think the leak's stopping itself. Wait…wait…yeah, there we go. Wait…yeah!
Robot: What kind of robot turns down a free blast of searing hot resin?
Leela: Er, my colleague and I have to go perform some mindless repetitive tasks.
Robot: Oh-ho, sounds like a romantic evening! I won't keep you.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 8:36 am
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