March 11, 2007; Whoever loses has to have a pumpkin!

C: Yeah, well, I'm slowly poisoning you all.
H: Yeah, well...you'll all be dancing a lot!

A: I see, you have 3 levels of identity. You're C, and to protect your superpower you also have this secret opera singer identity...
H: When did you become an opera singer?
C: ...since we started humming....?

I don't think they'd like it if you brought a knife...
A: It's a SENS knife! I'm cheering on my team!

A: I thought it said Jesus because it said Sens!
H: You thought it said Jesus because it said Sens?
A: No, I saw the s and I saw the e and I though it was a u...
H: I really don't care anymore. You can shut up now.

new meditation:
IN: Go Sens!
OUT: Leafs suck.

C: She's crushing the Leafs by eating them in effigy.
S: It's blue and I was crushing it.
C: Don't eat that! It's red...
S: I still like them though...I'm not CRUSHING it...

H: You suck ass.
A: Yeah, well...in a good way...I didn't mean it like that! I was going for the figurative sense!

A: It's like "Damn you Lucifer!" "Are you religious all of a sudden?" "No, it's the name of the fire burning down my house!"

A: No no, it's really funny: they all died.

S: See, see my "Sens chic." It's my read and black..and golden socks. I even have red and black underwear, but I'm not going to show you.

R: ...of course, that assumes B wouldn't have a problem taking her lipstick and rubbing it on a baby's bum. She probably would.

A: I though that by crushing the cookie with my fist the alarm would go off...I only realized after I got home how crazy that was.

R: It was a good year, 1912. There were ships that still sank....

R: My pants don't explode off me when I get sad. Otherwise I would need a lot of pants.

H: I remember I was somewhere and I was mad.
S: She did that today in math class; she was like "Where is A when you need her? I want to kill someone."
A: I've been killed so many times. I've died so many times. I feel like I'm immortal or something.

R: That's what I do on the German version of Facebook. I stalk. I spam the notice boards. It doesn't make me very popular actually.

R: Should I ever be a director of porn movies, I would always have at the end "Based on a true story. This really happened..."

S: Is that a sex doll?
C: It did look awfully generous in certain proportions...

S: Is his head gonna explode? I want his head to explode. Oh, he should put his hand on the Bible an steam would rise up...are you writing down his head exploding?

R: I feel like the Persian Empire, losing to the small feeble city-state.

"windswept face look"

"Hey, baby, here's my action figure."
"Worst pick-up line in history."
"I would settle for a bobblehead doll."

good teeth means good gods.

help prostitutes in Kenya get more clients by climbing the CN tower.
"It's totally possible!"
"Is it tax deductable?"

S: I could beat you at pottery, a drawing, at sculpture...
R: You could be my potty?!?

S: Cheater cheater pumpkin eater!
H: I hate you guys.
A: Ok, whoever loses has to have a pumpkin!
S: How do you mean, give birth to one?
H: Ok, can that be written down? That needs to be written down.
A: Can that be struck from the record? Oh god...
H: Why would you SAY that?
A: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry...I'm sorry.

A: Her turn (points to R)...I often don't remember what I say. Let's be honest.
C: And then I remind you.

A: I'm going to Hell and I'm going to be happy in Hell.
R: I don't think so. Hell is horrible.
A: I'm sure I'll be ok. I'm sure they'll accommodate me.

R: Yellow....beach, sun...
S: Son of a bitch?
...
R: You son of a beach towel.

R: I always flatter but she (S) isn't easy to impress. You always suspect the evil in people.

"I spy with my prying eye..."

R: Oh, there's a new threat level menace posing...it's like a level green alert, we need to attack Russia.
S: When do we *not* need to attack Russia?

R: I'm always very polite in my insults.

Ch: A and subtlety...

S: So many people think I don't like them because I'm...
R: Sarcastic, insulting, offensive...
S: All of the above...

A: Wow, people hate and like each other in a really schizophrenic way in this game.

A t-shirt: yes, I am the butt of the joke.

A: "Boring whore." That's like the worst insult ever.
S: Not very lucrative either.

S: Can we call him Fritzie?
R: Are we up to being punished?

A: I have dramatic gestures!
R: I demand justice?

S: I don't have any good cards. Either I'm mean to C or I'm nice to R.

R: Why don't we all go around in a circle and insult each other. I'll start.

S: I'll get you, my pretty (R), and your little dog too (C)!

A: I was about to put my shoes on but I remembered I live here.