Nellie loved to mess with midgets, so she often pulled the "you have to be this tall to go on this ride" prank... and the munchkins keep falling for it.
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You think that's impressive? Give her a good push and she can roll clear out to the end of the boardwalk.
"You shall! not! pass!" Ian McKellen would not be involved in the porn production of Lord of the Rings. And the depiction of the Balrog would make you want to put your eyes out.
The county, strapped for cash, decided to put creative toll gates on all its park bridges and jogging paths. Revenues soared and heart disease among local males abruptly plummeted.
Bridgekeeper: Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see. Sir Lancelot: Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I am not afraid. Bridgekeeper: What... is your name? Sir Lancelot: My name is Sir Lancelot of Camelot. Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest? Sir Lancelot: To seek the Holy Grail. Bridgekeeper: What... is your favourite colour? Sir Lancelot: Blue. Bridgekeeper: Go on. Off you go. Sir Lancelot: Oh, thank you. Thank you very much. Sir Dub: That's easy. Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I'm not afraid. Bridgekeeper: What... is your name? Sir Dub: Sir Dub of Camelot. Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest? Sir Dub: To seek the Holy Grail. Bridgekeeper: What... color are my panties? [pause] Sir Dub: I don't know that. [he is thrown over the edge into the volcano] Sir Dub: Auuuuuuuugh.
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Ahhh, the limbo contest, where every guy fails. (except for the Tuesday guys)
"Is that you, Billy Goat Gruff?"
The troll under the bridge kept getting confused. He couldn't tell if the fish smell was from the river or from above...
I realize this may be the stupidest question ever asked here but, How the hell did she get up there?
I've heard of a post-turtle before, would this be a rail-tuna?
I'm ready for my cavity search, Mr. DeRaille...
I'm limbering up for Trick-or-Treating. The team's meeting over at Billy's then going out as Hooter's Girls...
These aren't your grandmother's Kegel exercises.
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Nellie loved to mess with midgets, so she often pulled the "you have to be this tall to go on this ride" prank... and the munchkins keep falling for it.
-OR-
You think that's impressive? Give her a good push and she can roll clear out to the end of the boardwalk.
"You shall! not! pass!" Ian McKellen would not be involved in the porn production of Lord of the Rings. And the depiction of the Balrog would make you want to put your eyes out.
The county, strapped for cash, decided to put creative toll gates on all its park bridges and jogging paths. Revenues soared and heart disease among local males abruptly plummeted.
Wow, Carrottop's going with a much more natural haircolor these days, isn't he?
In search of elusive Travelocity Gnome
Guess what you have to do to get across. (Hint: You have to come to go.)
Best. Limbo Ever.
Guess what you have to do to get across. (Hint: She has to come for you to go.)
Bridgekeeper: Stop. Who would cross the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see.
Sir Lancelot: Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I am not afraid.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your name?
Sir Lancelot: My name is Sir Lancelot of Camelot.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
Sir Lancelot: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your favourite colour?
Sir Lancelot: Blue.
Bridgekeeper: Go on. Off you go.
Sir Lancelot: Oh, thank you. Thank you very much.
Sir Dub: That's easy. Ask me the questions, bridgekeeper. I'm not afraid.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your name?
Sir Dub: Sir Dub of Camelot.
Bridgekeeper: What... is your quest?
Sir Dub: To seek the Holy Grail.
Bridgekeeper: What... color are my panties?
[pause]
Sir Dub: I don't know that.
[he is thrown over the edge into the volcano]
Sir Dub: Auuuuuuuugh.
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