The Cellar: We pronounce "pasta" in various ways

The Cellar: An elite team of self certified scientists.

the cellar: have a bless'd day

the cellar: Have a Cock-Eatin' Day.

The Cellar: May the cock you eat be bless'd.

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Ah, I see you were an altar boy.

The Cellar: thinks on the scratchy side of martian pubic hair

The Cellar: Obscure is good

The Cellar: We buy second-hand furniture

The Cellar: where insomnia can become a lifestyle choice
The Cellar: please leave your notionality at the door

The Cellar: Because sometimes you need a littlle...

The Cellar: Free Justice on Wednesdays
The Cellar: We WILL rock you
The Cellar: We pay cash for your unwanted hobos
The Cellar: In Tune with Madonna
The Cellar: Bring out your dead
The Cellar: huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The Cellar: Assorted Drama Queens and a few Weirdos

The Cellar: Hope's the rope that keeps you tied in knots

The Cellar: C'mon to the violent world with me

The Cellar: The French are cheese eating surrender monkeys.

The Cellar: Ring rubber bells! Beat cotton gongs! Strike silken cymbals!

The Cellar: We are the cult of personality

The Cellar: Leave for a week and you'll miss WWIII.

The Cellar: Does our insurance cover that?

The Cellar: That's a nice little forum you've got there. 'Twould be a pity if something were to 'appen to it.