Make a sentence you're pretty sure no-one's said before!

[ER]

Science's greatest achievement is convincing the world Australia actually exists.

[retrorussell]

Luke.. if only you knew the power of boogers; then you and I could rule the rancid eggplant universe together, as Father and Piglet!

[ER]

The irony was stupendous: she'd turned her back for just a moment and now, to her child's mirth, yesterday's forty-dollar birthday cake lies half-eaten by a purloining Labrador named for the cake's flavor, chocolate.

[ER]

Shame is its own reward.

[ER]

In the year 2025, risking arrest, beatings, imprisonment and chemical "re-education", the Trans-Fat Lover's Club, deviant social rebels in a nation where marijuana was legal but whole milk was not, held an annual picnic in the catacomb of the chairman's suburban basement, amid the forbidden cookbooks of ages past, where all the windows were draped, the doors double-locked, and blood oaths of secrecy painstakingly uttered before they feasted til midnight on raw cheddar cheese, pepperoni pizza, old-fashioned potato chips, and three-layer chocolate chunk cake.

[ER]

Blathering potraggas, butten em hassen unna mack, unna mack, unna mack, etreve k'lasso.

[retrorussell]

Quit spanking that invalid spider monkey's coccyx and get over here and help me defibrillate this toxic clam's eyeball!

[indianasmith]

I think my mother's kidney stones are the Deity of this strange, alien culture.

[ER]

Under an age-grayed boardwalk built in better days by men long-dead, its bisected shade a solace against the July heat of the coast, the one-armed popcorn vendor took an interest in the outcome of the hula-hoop contest for girls under ten, while out to sea, unseen by all, the hard-drinking Russian model dove off the lecherous Yemeni's sailboat and swam toward the shore in the face of a riptide which pulled at her bikini bottom with tiny, insistent fingers, making her cuss but breaststroke with renewed determination to reach land before the next wave set her coughing again, aware the odds of her success were at best fifty-fifty, and that in dying too young the hopes pinned on her by her mother back in Novosibirsk would pass unfulfilled, and all the surgeries, the lessons in voice, in stride and demeanor, in makeup, all the little tricks to make her green eyes smolder, the black market mortgage itself that sent her to America, all would be moot if she drowned here off this second-rate vacation town, so she swam harder still and made some progress, swearing black revenge on the man on the sailboat, whose coke-whited laughter still carried over the choppy water, sizzling in her ears, leaving her to think I will kill him for this, I will, I will...

[retrorussell]

The pinnacle of my life to this point has been the day when my elephantiasis grew to such epic size that it blocked out the sun and forced scientists to invent artificial skylight.

[ER]

"Do you suppose," he said, "that Yoda has a penis?"

[retrorussell]

"Do you suppose," he said, "that Yoda has a penis?"

Not a day goes by that I don't wonder that myself..

[Rev. Powell]

Say what you will about crack-smoking Toronto mayor Rob Ford, but you have to admit he has a mighty fine vagina.

[ER]

The grizzled old prospector shouted, "There's gold in them there colons!"

[retrorussell]

"Do you like the hat I'm wearing on my butt?  I special-ordered it from Myopic Milliner's, Inc. and felt that the shade of diseased snot would go well with the color of my sebacious cyst", Marianne Buttpimple said seductively.