jaymanthegreat

Death was at my door, but I was in the shower. The note he left was poorly written.

Reverse scuba diving is just as fun as it sounds.

Excuse me, sir, but I believe my pickled plums make your argument invalid.

Nothing can ever put you down if you're more like Patty, because Patty doesn't exist!

Well goshdarn all that crap to freaking heck!

Time was you saw a man dancing in the street with a bottle in his hand, you could just run up and tickle him! But now you gotta file a form first.

Except this isn't a catchphrase, just a post on the catchphrase forum, so your record remains intact.

Suggested by my six-year-old daughter: Super Pooper Looper Snooper

This topic has been labelled as "hot" Does that mean we have all have to start wearing Nightmare Before Christmas t-shirts and cheap mascara?

I agree, Thedge. I agree, Ribs.

You have no idea. She's the only six year old I know who dreams of becoming a stand-up.

Double-Bacon Ranch Asiago Supreme Deluxe with 100% real beef. That's what the ladies call it anyway.

Our foe has been vanquished! Let us feast on his cookies-and-cream flesh!

Batman would do better with the ladies if his post-coital ritual wasn't to drop to their knees and cry "Mommy I miss you!"

If dinosaurs are so cool, why don't you ever see them driving fancy cars to fancy bars?

Yep. That's basically it. Happy catchphrasing!

Easy come, easy go. Easy come back, you forgot your mittens!

I don't care if it's a so-called young adult novel, I love reading the Bible.

You're right Pwnix, some of these points do seem obvious, and yet what is obvious to some seems oblivious to others.

Four time champion, five time chump, but six times a week the old boy takes a dump.

You're just too good to be true, therefore I can't trust anything I consider to be a reality.

Getting scratched by a cat resulting in an infection and temperature of 104 is not as fun as the song suggests.

Time was you couldn't even buy a pickle without saddling up the old horse. Now-a-days people just eat the horse!

In blocky old English letters across your shoulders.

I said nothing about buttermilk! Buckwheat 'til I die!