The Cellar: BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHIN'

The Cellar: My yellow in this case is NOT so mellow

The Cellar: Simon said we sucked

The Cellar: Nobody knows what it's like to feel these feelings like I do, AND I BLAME YOU

The Cellar: I see dead pixels.

:lol: pie, I love it.

The Cellar: now in 4D

The Cellar: You brought it on yourselves
The Cellar: You'll take your eye out with that
The Cellar: We like Tater Tots

The Cellar: Where running with sharp scissors is mandatory

The Cellar: Providing pink champagne on ice for the Hotel

The Cellar: we prefer to play with the box it came in

The Cellar: When you fight, somebody gets an owie- UG

The Cellar: You'll never leave...

The Cellar: You'll leave feet-first.

@ Sky: I like that one lol.

fix'd

The Cellar: Where the Paper beats Scissors

The Cellar: Has great source material.

The Cellar: Has robust womanly antitotalitarianism- Dana C :)

The Cellar: A catalog of nasty -monster

The Cellar: If you wanted to join in last time around, but didn't, this is your chance now.

The Cellar: providing the sonic boom for your re-entry.

The Cellar: Where honesty is more important than decorum-U.T.

The Cellar: The Gold Medal winner

The Cellar: Hold that thought...

The Cellar: Don't touch YOUR monkey...it logs you out

Fixed it for you ;)

Does it really work? I'm afraid to try it . . .

Touch your Monkey or log out? ;)

The Cellar: I'm a cellarbrity, get me out of here!

The Cellar: It's where we keep the roots.

The Cellar: A whole new dimension of family values

The Cellar: BITE ME!

The Cellar: Packed with almost as many goofballs as South Carolina!

The Cellar: We don't put it all the way in.

The Cellar: Shake, Shake, Shake, Senora!

The Cellar: We date nutters

The Cellar: Call us at 911-666-2012

The Cellar: We're the nutters people date.

The Cellar: Where the unwritten rule's are grammatically correct

the cellar - it's the apple of my eye, not the apple in my lunch, coz that would be cannibalism.

The Cellar: Decent place, indecent people

The Cellar: Troll us once, shame on... shame on you, Troll us, you can't get trolled again.

The Cellar: We Killed a Hobo

The Cellar: The Cellar: The Cellar: The Cellar: Tacos.

the Cellar: Wide Va riety of personalities

The Cellar: Making your ears burn.

The Cellar: A long squeaker with a prominent pitch-bend.

fix'd.

The Cellar: TOMB OF THE UNKNOWN HOBO

The Cellar: Contemplating the evils and advantages of boiling potatoes since 1991.

The Cellar: Autoreply: We are currently out of our trees. Please post away, you probably won't notice the difference

The Cellar: We beat dead horses.

The Cellar: I disagree with you agreeing with me.

The Cellar: Bitten and never shy.

What are granny "pants" ? :eyebrow:

huge knickers.

The Cellar: we Randomly capitalize words, For effect.

The Cellar: we Randomly capitalize words, For affect.



:p:

Heeheee...I like the Way you think, monnie.

(Is it OK to call you monnie?)

;)

No.

:lol2:

UT has used like three of my old tagline submissions this month. I'm honored. Wish I felt creative so I could make more.

The Cellar: Yup, here's Hoffa.

The Cellar: Still Flooded From The "Storm Of '10"

The Cellar: Yipes. Just Yipes.

The Cellar: 37? In A Row?

The Cellar: Welcome to Arizona, Citizen. We must see your papers.

The Cellar: It's a GOOD life.

The Cellar: We will wish you into the cornfield.

The Cellar: You're not the boss of me.

The Cellar: Stock recently went public. Get your shares now!

The Cellar: Here are some rainbows and lollipops. I hope you like them (bows head down, hands praying, and shuffles out backwards)

The Cellar: Don't worry, we have some balls growing in that terrarium over there.

Ha!

The Cellar: not facebook.

The Cellar: we were Edvard Munch's muse