"SJKebab is about to take his pants off!!!!"

"Braaaaand! You Goooooonie!"

I can count potato!
I can count potato!
Yeah! We both can count potato!

You laid down a monster??

/can't see the pic, just going off previous posts
//damned work filter

"OH MY GOD, IT REALLY ISN'T BUTTER!"

I got your "horse" right here
Impaled on my bloody meat spear
In Satan's realm it's never clear
Can do, can do, this guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do, can do, can do.
HE CAN FECKING DIEEEE!
DEATH METAL!
GUYS AND DOLLS!
TAKE OUR BETS AND LICK OUR BALLS!

Gene Siskell: This week, we are reviewing "Screaming at the Horse Races" an edgy film by ex-Madonna beau Guy Richie. This film is an exceptionally daring neo classic portraiture of the upper middle class enjoying a day at the horse races. Richie should be commended for his use of color and his economical deployment of sets and actors. I give it two thumbs and a failing prostrate up.

Roger Ebert's Ghost: I saw this film as merely two well paid actors who appear to be watching something. We are never allowed to see it. The camera stays on them for three hours until walk out of frame near the end. And I don't think I'm giving anything away here. The credits roll as a bunch of racetrack workers sweep up tickets. I mean. I went through Cancer and died and some how this movie is worse than that.

Gene Siskell: You never liked my movies! You are a big doodie head and I'm glad you're dead.

Roger Ebert's Ghost: The best thing about being dead is that I don't have to smell your popcorn farts. Next up, we review an up and coming director, CruddyDrawers24 and his first You Tube entry. Stick around. We'll be back.

Okay, forget jazz hands for a minute. Let me see Busey face.

would you like me to go to the concession stand and get you a butfor

I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THIS CROWD!

I SAID WOULD YOU LIKE TO ME TO GO TO THE CONCESSION STAND AND GET YOU A BUTFOR?

OH. WHAT'S A BUTFOR?

FOR POOPING