Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.
One should never give up on hope. Unless that's the name of the girl who cheated on you in which case, yeah, give her up.
When Chuck Norris calls 911 it's to ask if everything is ok.
Little people make tall claims. As being this-that avatar or messiah. Some even say they're God. Well, if they are, I'm their grand-pop.
Chuck Norris can divide by zero.
Chuck Norris will never have a heart attack. His heart isn't nearly foolish enough to attack him.
I'm joking when I say I'm the grand-pop of those claiming to be an avatar-messiah or god. But if they're serious, then, I am who I am.
Chuck Norris can unscramble an egg.
The look in his eyes turned a little wild. That's the only reason I'm letting you go. If I had any choice--You do, she said Wed can all sit here and let him die. Or you can let Eve go on her wild-ass...
For some, the left testicle is larger than the right one. For Chuck Norris, each testicle is larger than the other one.
You still are? There go my plans! And the suit I had bought to attend your funeral. Well, well. Anyway, do call me up when you an't.
Chuck Norris is the only human being to display the Heisenberg uncertainty principle -- you can never know both exactly where and how quickly he will roundhouse kick you in the face.
So, your god is the only god? Okay, but then, so is my dog.
Wisdom of the Ages "Unsuccessful Town Slogans" Sequim (WA)- "We put the Dung in Dungeness.
Care to explain? Ari asked.Didn’t you see my signals?Yeah. But they didn’t make sense. Five into one and it’s an intrusion.It’s an illusion! Five of them are an illusion.That’s not the signal for illu...
If I were married, I would be unmarried.
....I'd rather travel in Cargo-nanoships than a Bullet-train to reach my target.
Checked thoroughly, humans stink.
Of course I love you. For real. I will sure come and personally meet you myself. Just to make sure you're well. When is your funeral?
My imaginary pal up there, Mr. NOT, tells me it's my dog-damn ism to kick your illusory he-man's ass. Now, what do you say to that?
