Pat Chaddams

If I only had a bulge.

How am I supposed to know what 138 divided by 2 is?

What, with that pesky bear coming along stealing pic-i-nic baskets and eating my friend Timothy Treadwell.

It's my number Six-Billion flaw.

I'll vacuum them up. This one now involves straws, vacuums and Dracula and yet not a single "suck" joke to be found. I'll collect my prize whenever.

Someday her prince will... What's that? She's died? Bloated corpse floating through the Blue Bayou, you say? I'll get the big net.

No matter how bad the problem he will git R done. "R", in this case, being some kind of service malfunction.

Mazel Tov You hideous wing-ed night beast.

And my silver spoon's been replaced with an official taco bell plastic spork.

Cheers on Gary the Rat, Boss.

It makes me Langhorny.

I met the girl through my local Scarlet Pimp, Ernell.

Now who wants Siouxie Sioux tickets!?!

SAD Beetlejuice... ... ... ... Beetlejuice.

Knowing is half the battle. The other half is diarrhea.

Which, as we know, is subterranean. And despite already being underground it impressively still includes a basement for mixing up medicine.

Please send a free subscription to Big 'Uns Magazine And some Herman's Head-phones.

I used all my cheesy pickup lines like "Here I go, picking up another slice of delicious orange death"

After a long battle... to fit his spike ridden head through the hospital doorway.

You don't know how lucky you are, boy.

Have the Dark Lord Satan devil me some eggs too.

More like taking-up-a-lot-of-SpaceX.

And why don't those two roommate characters ever have any foxy ladies over?

You're definitely going to wish there was a River there.

And that spooky halloween hit "Hey Were-Delilah!".