I must be getting over my humour impairement. ;)

lol. I don't believe you havea humour impairment. I think the internet is a fucking big minefield, filled with (obviously) mines, when it comes to humour. Not only can humour get lost to the medium, but we all are talking in a language that is the same and different.

The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs, just like an edible bra!

The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs, unless that's where you want it.

The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs. Don't move, I'll get you a towel...

The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs -- until you reach Nirvana

The Cellar: Uh, we found your cat...and he wants to stay because he we have nicer pussies here.

The Cellar: RIP Lumberjim


(Bwahahahaha)

The Cellar: We get our hair done in Reno, just to watch it dye, and then we bury it next to the other bodies.

I see someone has been snooping around in my backyard...

The Cellar: I'm here cause my dad dragged me. Not really my choice. At all. He says I can find my biological father HERE! Not really a comfort. At all.

The Cellar: I'm here because my dad dragged me. Not really my choice. At all. Just like the Camero full of old beer cans wasn't my choice. At all.

The Cellar: You people are just not understanding me. Now, you're wondering what I meant by ... "You people"? SEE, YOU PEOPLE DID IT AGAIN!

The Cellar: You people are just not understanding me. That goes to show what mental midgets you are.

The Cellar: We won't kick you out of bed for eating crackers, but there's lots of things we will kick you out of bed for!