''Hey lamby, they too come in different colours and sizes, you know? Have a look of one....''

Are those bullet holes in the wall?

Piffle.

Talk about hitting a brick wall.

''Lamby, here's one that goes on the internet too. See? It's not all bad, is it?''

That's for sticking mail in, right?

WOLF. WOLF. WOLF.
They heard, while happily chomping on popcorn

Sher, Hhit's ghaan haawful strhange, so it has.

John Goodman steps in and starts crackin' skulls. Everything settles down.

I sit on a stool and spin around and ask Bill Murray for a Black and Tan. I drink my Black and Tan and have some chips (crisps to you british folk)

John, I loved you in the big lebowski!

I'm on a bus on the street, I see lots of policemen outside that new singles bar. They're saying something about gays and racists and barfights, but the green light lits before I can understand what they're talking about. There was a girl smoking a cigarette next to the policemen, she must have been a sort of spy or something, coz as soon as she finished smoking she went back in and sat at a table communicating whit a big guy in a mute secret code. I bet she told him what she heard from the police.
Gotta go in there in the next few days, sounds like a funny place, full of misteries and misters. Few ladies, eh.

Blah lovers.

What the fuck is this shit?

I don't know I saw it when I was looking who was doing what. So I posted on it.

i walk in the bar and kill everyone with blasts coming out of my uzi while black flag is blasting on my ghettoblaster that is taped to my shoulder.

while i sit on uhler's other shoulder

I walk nonchalantly into bloodsoaked bar, go behind the counter and pour myself a whiskey and coke.

Leaving a tip on the counter I proceed towards the jukebox and put on some Smiths

Then, I start the zombie dance.

then i come in and shoot up the place to the ducktales themetune