i am not loved

Originally posted by Da Rev
[Not a quote from "Tommy Boy"]You know the part where the character "Michelle" is at the airport getting a plane ticket and then she sees Tommy's step-mom and "son" making out? Well, the guy she is getting the ticket from his name is Michael Ewing, he's the executive producer of the movie. He's from a town called Kalamazoo, Michigan. The place I currently live. He vacations on this place called Mackinac Island. Me and my girlfriend met him one night taking a horse drawn buggy ride. Thought you'd care[/Not a quote from "Tommy Boy"]

Ma'am are you still alive?

*knock knock knock*

Ma'am, there's a half hour time limit.

Cool.

Originally posted by silver_tears
Wtf is with that gopher? shock

It's a Prairie Dog missy. nahuh

Originally posted by Tattoo
Hey, I'll tell you what. You can take a good look at a butcher's ass by sticking your head up there. But, wouldn't you rather to take his word for it?

You see these letters by the city? That's called a state. What else you got, Wonder Boy?

Originally posted by Röland
It's a Prairie Dog missy. nahuh

I already said that. mhm

Originally posted by Röland
You see these letters by the city? That's called a state. What else you got, Wonder Boy?

I think your brain has a thick candy shell.

Originally posted by Tattoo
I already said that. mhm

I didn't see it. mhm

I didn't rob any bank

Oh, yeah right. Like it was some other really fat guy with a tiny head.

I got a tiny head?

Originally posted by Tattoo
I think your brain has a thick candy shell.

You're drivin' along, la-de-da, woo. All of a sudden there's a truck tire in the middle of the road. And you hit the brakes. EEEEEEEEE! Whoa, that was close. Ha-ha. Now let's see what happens when you're driving with the "other guy's" brake pads. You're drivin' along, you're drivin' along, the kids start shouting from the back seat, "I gotta go to the bathroom, Daddy!" "Not now, damn it!" Truck tire. EEEEEEEE! I CAN'T STOP!

There's a cliff! AAAAAHH! And your family's screaming, "Oh my God, we're burning alive!" "No! I can't feel my legs!" Here comes the meat wagon. And the medic gets out and says, "Oh my God". New guy's around the corner puking his guts out.

Originally posted by Da Rev
I didn't rob any bank

Oh, yeah right. Like it was some other really fat guy with a tiny head.

I got a tiny head?

For Christ's sake. Once during the war I visited a prostitute, and my life has been a living hell ever since.

Originally posted by Röland
You're drivin' along, la-de-da, woo. All of a sudden there's a truck tire in the middle of the road. And you hit the brakes. EEEEEEEEE! Whoa, that was close. Ha-ha. Now let's see what happens when you're driving with the "other guy's" brake pads. You're drivin' along, you're drivin' along, the kids start shouting from the back seat, "I gotta go to the bathroom, Daddy!" "Not now, damn it!" Truck tire. EEEEEEEE! I CAN'T STOP!

There's a cliff! AAAAAHH! And your family's screaming, "Oh my God, we're burning alive!" "No! I can't feel my legs!" Here comes the meat wagon. And the medic gets out and says, "Oh my God". New guy's around the corner puking his guts out.

Housekeeping, you want me jerk you off?

Originally posted by Tattoo
Housekeeping, you want me jerk you off?

Oh, I've interrupted happy time! Now I know you want to sit there and keep being not slim, but we gotta work a little today.

You better pray to the god of skinny punks that this wind doesn't pick up, cos I'll come over there, and jam an oar up your ass.

Originally posted by Da Rev
You better pray to the god of skinny punks that this wind doesn't pick up, cos I'll come over there, and jam an oar up your ass.

Tommy Likey! Tommy want wing-ey!

It's called reading-top to bottom-left to right-group words together into sentences-take Tylenol for any headaches-Midol for any cramps.

Try an association like, uhhh... Let's say the average person uses ten percent of their brain. How much do you use? One and a half percent. The rest is clogged with malted hops and bong resin.

Look mommy, the Rhino's getting to close to the car.

Forget it, I quit, I can't do this anymore, man. My head's about to explode. My whole life sucks! I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know where I'm going. My dad just died, we just killed Bambi, I'm out here getting my ass kicked and every time I drive down the road I wanna jerk the wheel into a Goddamn bridge abutment!

It's HERBIE Hancock.

Richard, I'm gonna need your watch....I've...got...a....plan..

Yikes.

Road flares? Did you grow up under power-lines?

Ok, folks, the guy in front of you is Tommy, he's gonna be taking you through my little spiel here. Tommy is a Scorpio, he likes biking and he's never been laid.