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That felt good... Now I'm going to turn my daughter into a woodchuck.

Canada, our mortal enemy. The natural radar of pine trees protects our northern borders.

Well, folks, we're going to hear the word "panties" used a lot in this trial, so let's get them giggles out right now. Panties, panties, panties, panties, panties...

It was a dark and stormy night. I'd taken a creative writing class.

When a young man's fancy lightly turns to... underpants.

Strut, pout, put it out, that's what you want from grandma.

That'll be six dollars, even. Oh, and an extra dollar for the aliens in my head.

I came up with this Holo-Clown Sequencer to cheer up the Bots but now I can't get it to shut off and it's getting hard to sleep at night and I'm tasting metal!

He's dead. Gone. He kept yapping about beauty, so I shot him out the airlock.

I calculated the odds of this succeeding against the odds I was doing something incredibly stupid… and I went ahead anyway.

Stop it! Stop screaming! You think I like being stuck in limbo with you? NO! Get on your orange and yellow knees and kiss my clown feet that I haven't killed you!!

When I touch you, I think about myself. No, no, no, wait...