Stupid shit heard (mostly) around the Space Tiki Lounge
Scott: "A 19 year old is just a 16 year old who can get away with more shit."
Chris: "I've been working on it all day but I can't get the damn thing up."
Chris: "I mean legal in all fifty states."
Scott: "I only need one."
Chris: "Your mind is just a fucking garage sale, isn't it?"
Bryan: "Just because there's a goalie doesn't mean you can't score."
Chris: "I'd regulate her right in the ass."
Scott: "I'll make a mental note to follow up on that after I'm done psychically MOLESTING
this picture."
Chris: "Sometimes you really make me regret asking you shit."
Scott: "We're gonna' need some hookers and an eggbeater."
Chris: "Dude, they'd screw over innocent chipmunks for a few extra bucks."
Scott: Jesus man, all I want is a goddamned phone with text messaging. How hard can that be? No I would not like a fucking electric egg peeler.
Chris: My phone cooks the eggs and then peels them. Quite handy.
Scott: Great. If our phones fuck we can have breakfast.
Scott: "Taking acid is like... jiggling the VGA cable of reality."
Scott: Aha! I outsmarted myself!
Chris: Once again.... I am no match for ME.
Chris: So... I meet again.
Scott: "Oh yeah. I forgot we don't live in a sci-fi movie."
Scott: "Dude, that's like handing out fucking Death Stars one month at
the Welfare office instead of checks. That's how much damage you just did."
Chris (looking at the oven): "Huh. It feels later than that."
Scott: "That's the temperature, Dude."
Chris: "If it has an ass, Hollywood will screw it." - in reference to the movie
"Pearl Harbor" vs. actual history
Chris: "Yeah, that would be great if we lived in a country with no cops."
Chris: "You look like a cat tryin' to take a sock off."
Me: "Oh wait, my computer's not voice activated."
Me: "Dude, you realize how fucking pretentious my web site sounds?"
Chris: "Yeah, we both know you're an arrogant prick. So what?"