Tim: Well, Thresh could probably do it...
Will: Rahh! I fuck you!
Joaq: Everything in moderation
Greg: It wasn't untill later that further inspection revealed that I had, in fact five toes.
Max: Great Advances in Barn Raising technology
Mike: And when you lose controle, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
Tim: In the future, women are sexy.
Will: And you get shrunk to fit in your car.
Joaq: You can't call a male table atendent garcon
Greg: Alas! Alack! I lack a lass!
Max: Good News: Astro works, Bad News: It's only a matter of time
Mike: Bitch I live in a fucking trash can
Tim: "Mmm...Window..." - Donny
Will: We're all chasing that red balloon...together!
Max: MOTD will be provided on an as available basis.
Tim: Most parents play it fair and come back.
Will: Cooooookie crisp...bitch!
Joaq: "I like escalators" -Jones
In Living <- STEREO ->
Tim: Up Left Down Shoot Right Shoot Shoot
Will: ...the pain...
Joaq: "He turned me upsidown but all the cookies didn't come out." -Alison
Mike: Our land.
Tim: Jesus is a hit with the ladies.
Will: ...with mind bullets!
Joaq: Whatever happened to everything in moderation?
Greg: You're drinking shity liquid, you're drinking shity liquid ... AND SUDDENLY YOU'RE DRUNK!
Max: It only has one button!
Mike: "800-like-a-billion" -Joaq
Tim: When life gives you poop, make poop juice.
Will: Groffskithur: best card evar!
Joaq: There was massive partying and physicists were running naked in the streets.
Greg: inebriated (I'ni briat ed) adj: Making MSA quotes nad watching Tron.
Tim: You smell like watermelon. No, not the fruit.
Will: Which is chosen?
Joaq: There is no range of motion, so you can't call it the fuckbarn.
Greg: Could we call it the extreme spooning pit?
Max: No. Its the Jack Shack
Tim: Whatever happened to the masturbatory mansion?
Will: Jack Shack: it's the poor man's masturbatory mansion.
Logan and Micah: Do not offend the chair leg of truth. It is wise and terrible.
Tim: FOR SCIENCE!
Will: Inject tons of evil spirits! Grand Cross!
Joaq: Plop, fold, sprinkle, 68, plop, fold, sprinkle, 69, . . .
Greg: As luck would have it, the internet faild to crash last thursday.
Max: Talk derivitives to me baby!
"What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski? Is it the will to do what is necessary, whatever the cost?" "Yeah . . . that . . . and a pair of testicles."
Logan and Micah: "Don't cross the beams." "Why?" "It would be bad."
Tim: My children need wine!
Will: Laughing time is over.
ProfessorRan: It's more of a binary search stick.
Logan and Micah: Shellschock also manages to remedy one of the major shortcomings of action games since the early 80's: the lack of Vietnamese whores. You can trade in you bloody chits for a pass to the whorehouse situated behind the base. Then just walk up to you choice of prostitute, listen to her torrid come-on, and click the "Do It Like Rabbits" icon.
Tim: I just give them 2 Aleve and in no time we're making Illegitimate Lincoln babies!
Will: Statistically speaking, there are enough spiders on the planet that no matter where you are, there is at least one within 6 feet of you.
Logan: "So, do you consider yourself 90% of a big man?" -Cal (I do now!)
Joaq: Isomorphisms are like violent coups.
Tim: You will all be servants of the satan.
Will: Happy birthday, Master Yoshi
Joaq: POTC: Pirates of the Christ
Tim: Work it Make it Do it Make us
Will: Well you see, the pillow increases his nanoskills.
Joaq: POTC: Passion of the Caribian
Max: "She had a GREAT ASS. And your head was ALL THE WAY UP IT!"
Micah: "How old are you?" "Nineteen." "Can I have your phone number?" <-- It's funny because it actually happened
Logan: "The Dark Ages." The sentence, and now, the Wiki Node! (DarkAges)
Tim: Cycling! Cycling! Lalala!
Will: Thompson's teeth: the only teeth strong enough to eat other teeth.
Micah: "Oh my god, I turned my ass into a hand-grenade --"
Joaq: If I don't know her name I'll sleep on the couch."
Tim: Word animals will feel the wrath of Cubic curse.
Will: I want those 3 minutes of my life back...
Micah: "Have you ever seen a cowboy light on fire? No, of course not. So if I was somehow to turn myself into a cowboy, it would make me and thus the children more fireproof!"
Logan: The man's a moron. If he spins around you a few times and you don't reverse polarity or whatever, he'll fly off saying, "My powers don't affect him! He must be made entirely out of kryptonite!"
Joaq: Guinness, it's what's for dinner!
Tim: Vandalism's best when it's totally meaningless and unfair.
Will: Way cheap... ...is way deep
Micah: "Son of God or son of man, Marseille: You can't fuck your sister and expect much good to come of it."
Joaq: Superman could never fuck Lois, I bet he blows a load like a shotgun straight through her back. The only way he could bang regular chicks is with a kryptonite condom, but that would kill him.
Logan: Bah! Showers are for people with GirlFriends?.
Tim: But what if you have no taste?
Will: Hook off!
Joaq: Let's go to Zanarkand . . . together.
Micah: "Never look a man in the eye when you could shoot him in the back instead."
Tim: Many in Kamigawa call them "The goggles". Perhaps this is because they do nothing.
Will: People don't shit in the dark. Except during a power outage.
Micah: "I beat the Devil. I beat all THREE of the bastards, and I got them to cure my sodding lung cancer while I was at it."
Greg: On a scale from one to retarded, that's pretty differently abled.
Joaq: Breves ensign.
Tim: Aw... I think someone didn't get his juice box.
Will: This message got its 15 seconds of fame.
Tim: My name is Eric I got nothing to say beacuse I am not a fucking DJ.
Will: Its all well and good until the aliens invade, and you realize you don't have a big guy with a sword to drive them off.
Micah: We are really not observant. I mean, the handle's there and everything.
Tim: For shinja my ninja.
Will: The following statement is true. The preceding statement is false.
Joaq: Republicans aren't safe for those over 48''
Micah: Apparently, Tim beats his cock. But Will's cock beats Tim.
Logan: I thought about the word "else" for too long and convinced myself that it wasn't a real word.
Tim: Plunk your magic twanger, Froggy!
Will: The feeling of haunted by the feeling of depression
Joaq: At places of commerce you can exchange money for goods and services.
Micah: Commandos? What the fuck?
Tim: Poopty Peupty Pants
Will: Sit on it for 20 minutes and pretend its a stranger.
Logan: And now, HoboCam!
Micah: Just one more game. I swear.
Greg: The shoes are off
Joaq: It's time to eat!
Tim: It's like Prague sans the whimsy.
Will: Man, ugly girls like to frequent Denny's.
Logan: I'm so proud of myself. I figured out how my pants work!
Tim: Zombie eat brains, but zombie no can swallow this injustice.
Will: Alphabet coup.
Micah: "My moves are so off the hook that I have to spend a turn setting up."
Tim: Be Up & Doing! Future is Mine!
Will: This motd brought to you courtesy of two days from now.
Micah: GOD EXISTS: ARGUMENT FROM BLINDNESS (II) (1) God is love. (2) Love is blind. (3) Stevie Wonder is blind. (4) Therefore, Stevie Wonder is God. (5) Therefore, God exists.
Tim: Your bloddy death makes me sunshine happy.
Will: Pleased to rake your acquaintance!
Micah: I'm not going to bed until I take over the world.
Tim: We have an out! She thinks we're nerds!
Will: It felt like a cluster-bomb wiping out a graveyard full of zombies.
Micah: You're a triangle!
Greg: Jeff Goldblum te esta mirando hacer caca!
Logan: Jeff Goldblum te caca!
Tim: Boromir: Fucking campers!
Will: Don't you hate it when people don't update stuff regularly when they're supposed to update said things regularly, and then don't explain why they're not updating regularly?
Logan: I think I may have invented a higher form of sanity.
Greg: Darn egg storms!
Tim: Come enjoy this lonely sky with me.
Will: Triple Redundancy Theatre presents: Triple Redundancy, by Triple Redundancy Theatre.
Micah: "So, did you find any food?" "No, but I did find a nice steaming plate of YOUR DOOM!"
Logan: I am breathing with extreme difficulty! Punctured lung is not happy funtime agony! *giggle*
Greg: Greg's Principle of Priciples: Every Principle is named after someone.
Joaq: You read the problem and you're like "something clever", then is says "Hint: something clever". Fuck!
Mike: Hi! I'm anal medic.
Max: Gravity is taking over!!!
Tim: And I will recieve the parcel.
Will: Ooh! It's a moving sanctuary of love!
Joaq: EDC movies: Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, and Goodfellows