#include "obSimpsonsQuote.h"
Lyle Lanley: Well, sir, there's nothing on earth
Like a genuine,
Bona fide,
Electrified,
Six-car
Monorail!
What'd I say?
Ned Flanders: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: What's it called?
Patty+Selma: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: That's right! Monorail!
[crowd chants `Monorail' softly and rhythmically]
Miss Hoover: I hear those things are awfully loud...
Lyle Lanley: It glides as softly as a cloud.
Apu: Is there a chance the track could bend?
Lyle Lanley: Not on your life, my Hindu friend.
Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs?
Lyle Lanley: You'll be given cushy jobs.
Abe: Were you sent here by the devil?
Lyle Lanley: No, good sir, I'm on the level.
Wiggum: The ring came off my pudding can.
Lyle Lanley: Take my pen knife, my good man.
I swear it's Springfield's only choice...
Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
All: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: What's it called?
All: Monorail!
Lyle Lanley: Once again...
All: Monorail!
Marge: But Main Street's still all cracked and broken...
Bart: Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken!
All: Monorail!
Monorail!
Monorail!
[big finish]
Monorail!
Homer: Mono... D'oh!
Re:A history of being right...
on
Slack
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A Harvard man and a Yale man are at the urinal. They finish and zip up. The Harvard man proceeds to the sink to wash his hands, while the Yale man immediately makes for the exit.
The Harvard man says, "At Hah-vahd they teach us to wash our hands after we urinate."
The Yale man replies, "At Yale they teach us not to piss on our hands."
The Horse Flies, an alternative/bluegrass/whateverthehelltheyare band, has a banjo-uke player. Its an even more unique sound than just a uke. Go find music from "In the Dance Tent" and give it a listen.
As opposed to a grown man in a Peter Pan costume?
Damn, where's my modpoints when I need em? Thats funny, dude...
Project deadlines are cool. I particularly love that whooshing noise they make when they go zipping past...
Is that an unladen molecule?
They dont call it To-Hell-You-Ride for nothing....
#include "obSimpsonsQuote.h" Lyle Lanley: Well, sir, there's nothing on earth Like a genuine, Bona fide, Electrified, Six-car Monorail! What'd I say? Ned Flanders: Monorail! Lyle Lanley: What's it called? Patty+Selma: Monorail! Lyle Lanley: That's right! Monorail! [crowd chants `Monorail' softly and rhythmically] Miss Hoover: I hear those things are awfully loud... Lyle Lanley: It glides as softly as a cloud. Apu: Is there a chance the track could bend? Lyle Lanley: Not on your life, my Hindu friend. Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs? Lyle Lanley: You'll be given cushy jobs. Abe: Were you sent here by the devil? Lyle Lanley: No, good sir, I'm on the level. Wiggum: The ring came off my pudding can. Lyle Lanley: Take my pen knife, my good man. I swear it's Springfield's only choice... Throw up your hands and raise your voice! All: Monorail! Lyle Lanley: What's it called? All: Monorail! Lyle Lanley: Once again... All: Monorail! Marge: But Main Street's still all cracked and broken... Bart: Sorry, Mom, the mob has spoken! All: Monorail! Monorail! Monorail! [big finish] Monorail! Homer: Mono... D'oh!
You pinks dont know what Slack is....
Ill take that statement out of context, if you dont mind...
[1] Bob's All-purpose Sleek Hotrod
Machines can have kids now? AIEEEEEEEEE!
...do you shake this thing if it eats your quarters without giving you your snack? Use a forklift?
A Harvard man and a Yale man are at the urinal. They finish and zip up. The Harvard man proceeds to the sink to wash his hands, while the Yale man immediately makes for the exit.
The Harvard man says, "At Hah-vahd they teach us to wash our hands after we urinate."
The Yale man replies, "At Yale they teach us not to piss on our hands."
As opposed to the home where they're locked up now?
#include "rant_about_mysql_being_ready_for_primetime.h"
error: incorrect assumption at line 103
No one will suspect it's a phone ringing.
Until someone wardials the theatre, and it sounds like the plague has broken out in Manhattan...
Hey, the same sketchy evidenciary rules keep these loonies going. Check out the 'conference center', its particularly entertaining...
Re:And so on (Score:-1 Anal Retentive)
Got a pointer for this? This smacks of either urban legend, or something not backed by law, just threats...
So, you want fries with that?
<TRANSLATE>BORK BORK BORK! </TRANSLATE>
Oh, sorry, thats Sweedish...
The Horse Flies, an alternative/bluegrass/whateverthehelltheyare band, has a banjo-uke player. Its an even more unique sound than just a uke. Go find music from "In the Dance Tent" and give it a listen.
They dont give you a TLD if you generate an oil slick?
The Spanish Inquisition?
No, its more like if the Tivo replaced commericals for Brand X with commercials for Brand Y.
And your NYT login is what?