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"The rules of Plinko are...um...what was I saying again?"
"Must...not...focus on...boobs. I'm Bob Barker, goddammit, not Richard Dawson."
"Remember, have your boobs played or neutered."
If you can guess the suggested retail price of these melons . . .
"Theres a house in the vally, and a tiny happy man waving at me..."
If I stick a pin in these, will they pop?
"Hello boys. Have a good night's rest? I missed you!"
I wonder how much those melons cost...
"Okay miss, the rules of this game are to get a running start toward me and catch my head in your cleavage. Hey, I run this show and I make the rules around here!"
"All right, you came closest to the price of the jugs..jug..jug of fabric softener, you've won the boob boo boo..ti..ful new car (oh God), and if you can get the climber up the mounds...MOUNTAIN, you'll get a tit, excuse me, a SHOT at the shirtless showoff, er, showcase showdown."
Quote from: The DarkSider on August 17, 2009, 09:18:29 PM
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"That's it, you win....no.....you just win, go to the showcase showdown right now!"
Talk about your Grand Tetons