Mick

As the first black female head of the Ku Klux Klan, I would just like to say America stinks!

Commander, the aliens continue to make progress on the Avatar project. If we're going to slow them down, we need to move fast.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except... the four assholes coming in the rear in standard two-by-two cover formation.

It's the same thing your whole life: "Clean up your room. Stand up straight. Pick up your feet. Take it like a man. Be nice to your sister. Don't mix beer and wine, ever." Oh yeah: "Don't drive on the railroad track."

Is this the end of Zombie Shakespeare?

Ice Bear demands status updates.  

This stuff's made in New York City!

Radiant cool, crazy nightmares, Zen New Jersey nowhere.

All hail Mick. Mick is life! All hail Mick, Mick is Life! All hail *Chomp*

It's all your fault! All your fault! We warned you! We warned you about us!

Alpha, Rita's escaped! Recruit a team of middle aged folks with attitude!

The ring came off my pudding can .

Phil?!

SPECTACLE ROCK IS AN ENTRANCE TO DEATH.

First you POUND the fish flat with the mallet, Then you slash through the skin, give the belly a slice, then you rub some salt in, 'cause that makes it taste nice!

Your masters at the A.N. call me a wild beast. So be it! You do not deserve the martial dignity of a firing squad! No! You shall be killed BY a wild beast, a beast BORN of my own genius! Raise the incubation chamber!

If the twenty billion dollars are not delivered in one hour, then the board will die!

Triple H and Stephanie are out in the park with their kids. Stephanie says "Hey, Hunter. Think you could you push the baby?" Triple H said "Sure honey, after all, that's what responsible parents do!".

copying status updates and trying to be funny is,um, not funny.

I'm not wearing any pants.

I'd never done a crazy thing in my life before that night. Why is it, that if a man kills another man in battle it's called heroic; yet if he kills a man in the heat of passion, it's called murder?

THERE......ARE......FOUR......LIGHTS!

When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.

I've got me a Chrysler, it seats about twenty so hurry up, and bring your juke box money!

Let's go Wolverin OHHHHHHHHH YOU MOTHERFUCKERS /wrists