Discussion in 'Canada Discussion Boards' started by banana, Jun 26, 2005.
I thought about putting Chris Reeve in there but I knew it would be no contest. Help a guy out, sheesh lol.
I'ma hafta say Yoshi. Donkey Kong just sits around eating all day. He doesn't have to carry a fat guido around on his back and ***t easter eggs all day.
Kitt(Knightrider he's both)
One night with the Star Wars hottie of your choice
(pinky to corner of mouth) one million dollars.
star wars hottie
And it's "One meellion dollars!"
Thanks for helping me pick supper
"Shhht, shhht, lemme tell you a story about a man named Shhht. I have a whole bag of shhht, with your name on it."
Oh and uh, Scotch.
That's actually a toughie... Xmas you get presents, but you also have to buy them. Halloween is just an excuse to get drunk, scare people and play lewd pranks...
On the rocks
The Rocks rock
Go ahead and lynch me for it: Pierce Brosnan
Roger Moore, they brought him back more.
Helen of Troy
Roman, they had a more cunning leader.
If by cunning you mean crazy then yes
Depends on the movie. But generally, novel.
not to be
Holy crap dude! That is the question!!!
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
whoever it was that Shakespere stole it from
Shakespeare didn't steal anything, he was just crazy.
(Dude, the Romans rocked, they conquered the frickin' Greeks, and that definately gives them credibility, though, to the Greeks credit, the Romans did assimilate alot of Greek culture into their own. But the Romans still kicked ass.)
Rollin' on 20's
Pump that bass till your pancreas pops.
Triple decker fudge meltdown on a fudge brownie with fudge topping