Ted the Poster

I don't pick fruit on account of I'm a-scared of bees.

Why wouldn't Jesus eat M&Ms? They'd fall through his hands, and he doesn't believe in the Three Second Rule.

I can't believe there's a game combined of the most boring sport and the most loosely defined "sport". Jacks is more of a sport than frisbee.

Viva La Bam and Pimp My Ride are my TV guilty pleasures. I tend to brush off the obvious staged-ness of the former before watching.

"RINO"?

Stop with the bullshit. You would never complete the basketball challenge and would die right there. So really think about this logically people. You get rid of all of the Mexicans and you get shot down on a post apocolyptic basketball court for not making enough baskets in a minute. Is that the future you want? Hey now, I didn't say I wanted to be Kurt Russell. NoCalMike can do it since, well, he's NoCalMike. Plus, my asthma always hinders my ballin' skillz.

Ah. They're both terminal, right?

I really wouldn't mind if California's economy tanked. I'd like an Escape from LA scenario, really.

What is the difference? Longer wait for death?

No, you're not the only one. Definitely. What's the name of the song from the Kung Fu Hustle preview? I can't get it outta my head.

"BE DIALIN' PEOPLE!!!"

Why is the movelist for this game so small?

At least the car is worth something. *sells to scrapyard*

Excellent 1000th post, Dutch!

Suprise

With all due respect, a blood sugar of 186 shouldn't send you to the hospital. Please get your facts straight before failing to be funny. I do know what I'm talking about, seeing as how I have diabetes. Fat people with diabetes have to keep their sugar level in a very tight range of 20 points, while average people with it can have a good bit more freedom with their eating(around 50). I'm assuming CM is fat because he does nothing but eat COOKIES. His fur makes it hard to tell how fat he actually is. Plus, he's a fucking PUPPET. His blood/sugar limit is fucking non-existant. As for not being funny- humor is subjective, fuckass. "Cookie Monster now has EIGHT, EIGHT toes! AH AH AHH!"

*takes Slayer's wallet and car keys*

A black ventriliquist dummy on the other hand...

Duh.

Well come on. If Hartman finds us in here, we'll be in a world of shit.

Are those... live rounds?

They should have him get diabetes from all that sugar, and every week they can have a segment where kids guess where on CM's ass the insulin is getting injected. The number of that day can be his current blood/sugar level. "Today's number is... 186! Ooh, Cookie Monster need to go to hospital!" Idiots. They should have Cookie Monster start eating low-fat cookies so he can still eat the same amount.

Do we all need to steal letterman jackets from dipshit fratboys so we can get in?

Tonight on Columbo: "Pull my finger for MURDER!"

MMH, all I'm saying is you don't have to stand up for Spoon if someone makes a crack about him. He's a good poster; he can handle himself(which he does all the time huh huh huh).