stanky motel boxrot

I prefer odd numbers. I literally can't even.

The man reading this is an impostor. I, the real Scott Aukerman, am trapped inside the internet, specifically the Catchphrase Submission section of the Earwolf forums. Listeners, I beg of you, send help.

Babs dabbed and blabbed, "Yabba Dabba Doo!" while blastin' Abba in the cab to Kathmandu.

Sir, this phlegm is in the shape of a tiny woman; I'm sorry to inform you, but your humor's a little broad.

Buzz Aldrin prefers the orange flavor; as he always says, blue Tang ain't nothin' to fuck with.

This senseless Tragedy could have been avoided, but we just had to solve that cursed equation: Comedy minus Time.

Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses. Time to shake those big fat asses!

Hawkeye? Falcon? Am I watching The Avengers, or Legend of The Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole?!?!