Keep the Information Highway free...no trolls.

The Cellar: We've Billy Goats; Griff, you Troll.

The Cellar: a place to feed on ignorant souls.

The Cellar: preventing the return of Jesus Christ for over 2000 years.

The Cellar: if you dont know what SCF means. you'll learn the hard way.

The Cellar: you cant stop it...go on...try unplugging your computer, it wont work.

The Cellar: if you read this you will die in 5 days. hahaha, are we joking? hahaha, you'll find out soon

The Cellar: keep reading until you find the antidote.

The Cellar: 'My people are the people of the dessert' said T. E. Lawrence picking up his fork.

The Cellar: A Cul de Sac on the Information Superhighway

(I can't remember if I ever offered this one before, I know I've used the descriptor since the 'old days,' though)

The Cellar: The Cherry on Your Internet Sundae!

The Cellar:Contrary to popular belief, NOT a chat room.

The Cellar: Pointless

The Cellar: if sex was a three legged duck then...ahh i forget how that goes

The Cellar: Drink a beer, light a fart, name your favorite private part...

The Cellar: Your mother's twat needs a doorbell.

The Cellar: Your sister goes down on Egyptians.

The Cellar: Cancel Your Appointments

The Cellar: Theatre of the mindless.

The Cellar: Shut up, you'll ruin it!

The Cellar: Santa touched me in my no-no spot.

The Cellar: Dr. Ruth is a Nazi midget in heat.

The Cellar: Anal bleaching is our speciality.

The Cellar: Elaine Benes School of Dance Sponsor

The Cellar: Tiajuana Donkey Shows Every Thursday - Ladies Drink Free 4PM - 7PM

The Cellar: Those kids aren't missing, but they are delicious.

The Cellar: gooood! Flame wars: baaaaad!

The Cellar: a pimple on the backside of the blogosphere.

The Cellar: My thread can beat up your thread.

The Cellar: Your sister's hot, but your mom can do that thing with her tounge...

The Cellar: Plenty of girls and bands and slogans and lots of hoopla, but remember,
NO politics. Issues confuse people.

The Cellar: When people say things like, 'that's what I'm talkin' about,' I'll bet that's... the... ummm... type of thing to which they're referring.

The Cellar: The debate rages on. But not here.

The Cellar: Apparently the difference between a stink bomb and a Level 3 toxic biohazard is two extra drops of sulfur tetraoxide.

The Cellar: Don't worry. It's kinda cool... in a loser, dorky, nerdy, 'I'm never
gonna have sex' sort of way.

The Cellar: Life is hilariously cruel.

The Cellar: We do not suffer fools gladly; but if it's any consolation, we will gladly
make fools suffer.

The Cellar: Putting the b into subtle

The Cellar: I so desperately wished you liked me!

The Cellar: stare not too long into The Cellar lest The Cellar stare back unto thee.

The Cellar: Stirred, not shaken.