The Cellar: You're a long way through the looking glass now Alice!

Alice? Alice? Who the fuck is Alice?

The Cellar: The porridge that is "just right" ...

The Cellar: My semantics can beat up your semantics.

The Cellar: Beware the rooster. Cock!

The Cellar: Already missing Don Ho

The Cellar: Smut?! You can't handle the smut!

The Cellar: Half of us train the newbies, the other half helps 'em recover

The Cellar: Do not place over head. Not a toy.

The Cellar: Type here, don't talk there = lower net CO2 emissions...we're the answer to global warming!

The Cellar: We'd put Nothing But Net's picture on a milk carton, but the dairy aisle is no place for pornography

The Cellar: Travelling in a fried-out combi, on a hippie trail, head full of zombie...

The Cellar: Tying up traffic on the GWB, one suicide attempt at a time

The Cellar: Even Gumby and Pokie avoid this place like the plague

The Cellar: A tubal ligation on the InterWeb

The Cellar: Half of us welcome the newbies, the other half insult them until they leave.

The Cellar: It's your turn in the barrel

The Cellar: There's a reason we're the lowest level in the house

The Cellar: Rapid-fire Vapid

the cellar: it's 4th & 26. go deep.

The Cellar: Where Refridgerators and Polyamory are natural threadmates
The Cellar: Needs a Mental Health Day

The Cellar: Where the standards are met for double standards.

The Cellar: We've Upped Our Standards. Now Up Yours.