"That's What She Said"

[Roy Hunter]

Ken Worley's father, having that man-to-man chat with him about the birds and the bees. It went well, I thought...

"Dear Chief Secretary, I'm afraid there is no money. Kind regards - and good luck!"

[ken worley]

"Dear Chief Secretary, I'm afraid there is no money. Kind regards - and good luck!"

Closing of Eva Braun's last 'note-to-self', as dictated by Adolf.
He then shot her.

"Picture yourself on a boat on a river..."

[Uther]

Ken Worley's advice to Mrs Worley when the water bed burst.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there?

[ken worley]

See the pretty girl in that mirror there?

Mrs. Bates.

What's the big deal...It's only a speck."

[Uther]

Dr interpreting blood test results.

Just when I thought I was out....they pull me back in

[Ham Nox]

Tiger Woods

Imma teach my girlfriend self defense now

[Uther]

Bill Clinton "Tips for Interns"

"Love hurts.."

[ken worley]

A rooster, staring disconsolately at an egg.

"If you must eat pork, have a bellyful."

[Roy Hunter]

Ayatollah Khameni, a very misunderstood man.

There are plenty more fish in the sea.

[black bart]

Hugh Fernley Whittingshaw

"If you ever had the thought of owning a small holding then this gives you a good insight into how to start"

[ken worley]

"If you ever had the thought of owning a small holding then this gives you a good insight into how to start"

Traditional Welshmen's glory-hole salutation.

"The universe in a grain of sand."

[Tigger_the_Wing]

Chief engineer at CERN. Followed by the word "Oops!"

"NO! Not the buttons! Not my gumdrop buttons!"

[Ham Nox]

Lady Gaga, after her latest outfit became the primary victim of a mob of sugar-crazed children.

I thought you were my greatest enemy, when all along you were my best friend.

[SisterSpagnostic]

Casey Anthony to her jury, after the trial.

I want my Two Dollars!

[ken worley]

I want my Two Dollars!

The incessant spittle-spraying bellow of the stained hobo who'd (against your repeated protests)- haphazardly smeared at your car's windshield with a gallon jar of muddy ditchwater and a grime-encrusted sweatsock. (Which,BTW, he never removed from his foot, displaying surprising flexibility to accompany the surprising upper-body strength he must have needed to cling to the side mirror/doorcrack of your vehicle throughout four increasingly panic-fueled right turns, before the telephone pole you lightly sideswiped managed to finally dislodge him.)

Later in the evening, you went back through the checkout line at Safeway a second time, so as to be able to put a second can of creamed corn into the donation bin tucked in next to the hand-sanitizing wipestation, thus assuaging the last lingering pangs of conscience.
You seem to recall him getting to his feet and hurling a rock toward your car as he grew tiny in your rear-view mirror...You're pretty sure he's fine.


"And then two she-bears came down and mauled forty-two of the youths."