THESE FORUMS NOW CLOSED (read only)
Comic Discussion => QUESTIONABLE CONTENT => Topic started by: Zebediah on 01 Jul 2018, 04:29
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FIRST IMAGE:
(http://i1042.photobucket.com/albums/b429/zebgodwin/3772.png)
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CLINTON: "I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU I'M NOT"
CLAIRE; "MAH-H-H-H-H-H-H-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M!"
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CLINTON: "Ohmigod, she's one of them! She's one of them!!! A MONSTER!!!"
CLAIRE: "I'm sorry! I just can't love soccer!"
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CLAIRE: "In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping silent."
CLINTON: "You're right, we're inexhaustible."
CLAIRE: "It's so we won't think."
CLINTON: "We have that excuse."
CLAIRE: "It's so we won't hear."
CLINTON: "We have our reasons."
CLAIRE: "All the dead voices.”
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CLINTON: "OH MY GOD THEY ACTUALLY NUKED IT!!!!"
CLAIRE: "DUCK AND COVER! DUCK AND COVER!"
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"You burned my favorite childhood toy because of THAT? YOU. MONSTER!"
"' 'twas an accident!"
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SECOND IMAGE:
(http://i1042.photobucket.com/albums/b429/zebgodwin/3773.png)
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CLINTON: "Claire? Claire? Nope! Out to lunch! Next time I'll come to see her before she takes her lunchtime Avatan!"
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CLINTON: [ inarticulate-high-pitched-screeching ]
CLAIRE: "No no no no no no no....."
CLINTON: "...and then surrounded by adenoidal typists from Birmingham with diarrhea and flabby white legs and hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel, and then, once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman ruins where you can buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel, and one night they take you to a local restaurant with local color and coloring and they show you there and you sit next to a party of people from Rhyl who keeps singing 'Torremolinos, Torremolinos' and complaining about the food: 'Oh! It's so greasy isn't it?' and then you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic and Dr. Scholl Sandals and last Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he drones on and on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up all over the Cuba Libres........and sending tinted postcards of places they don't know they haven't even visited: 'To all at Number 22, weather wonderful, our room marked with an "X", wish you were here... ... food very greasy but we have managed to find this marvellous little place hidden away in the back streets... ... where you can even get Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion... ... crisps and the accordionist plays "Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner"' and spending four days on the tarmac at Luton airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dried Watney's sandwhiches... "
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“You and Mom got stoned this morning, didn’t you?”
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CLINTON: "Claire? Claire? Nope! Out to lunch! Next time I'll come to see her before she takes her lunchtime Ativan!"
Fixed.
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CLINTON: "What did that white-skinned, green-haired giggly guy who just shook your hand want? ... I thought he sounded like Mark Hamill."
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THIRD IMAGE:
(http://i1042.photobucket.com/albums/b429/zebgodwin/3775.png)
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Clinton: If you liked the onion-cutting competition, you'll LOVE the pepper spray competition!
Brun: I'm totally in.
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Clinton: ...and there's free croissants!
Brun: Still too early.
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CLINTON: "I know that you're still upset about losing most of your clock collection but I'm sure you'll rebuild it soon enough!"
BRUN: "It's about time for my luck to change, true."
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Clinton: “Sorry about the BB gun accident, but on the bright side I know someone who can get you a totally sweet prosthetic eye!”
Brun: “How exactly is that a bright side?”