The "Respond to the Cellar Tagline" Thread
Quote the current tagline. Then respond to it. The tagline shouldn't get to have all the fun.
Example:
The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking - [COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Yeah, but where's it coming from?[/COLOR]
"The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking"
And now you know what it sounds like when thought dies.
"The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking"
Okay, but what's that smell?
"The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking"
And damn, there's quite an echo, too.
"The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking"
What? Drinking? Sure, I'll have a Jack Daniel's and Coke.
You hear that? That's the sound of thinking
No, I think that's the sound of the other hand clapping.
The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking
No, I don't hear that. I have a hearing disorder. Thanks for bringing it up. Cunt.
The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking
What do you mean you can't hear any thinking? Of course not, that's Fox News you dope.
The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking
It sounded like you farted. Ew, I can smell it.
The Cellar: you hear that? That's the sound of thinking.
And this is the sound of drinking.
The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking
... thought not, welcome to The Vacuum.
"The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking"
amazing. it sounds exactly like someone wearing flip flops walking through three inches of butterscotch pudding
this will encourage more rapid turnover of the tagline, you know.
Not really, because changing it is a pain!
I tried to automate the task, but vBulletin has this interesting way of getting really, really complex very fast. (It's not enough to update the table that holds the value. You have to update the table and then go through some sort of publishing process.)
The thread will go idle for a day or three, then the tagline will change, and the thread will undergo a resurgence. Like middle aged men's dicks.
Speak for your SELF Splode !!!
The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking that's keeping me from hearing myself think! :tinfoil:
The Cellar: You hear that? That's the sound of thinking. dont hear anything? think about that.
Kagen wins the thread and so the tag changes.
Looking at the upcoming tags I don't know that they will fit this game so well
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get a towel
and next time, swallow faster!
The Cellar: Don't move we'll get a towel
...a wet one, and whip your lily-livered ass with it
The Cellar: Don't move we'll get a towel
... sorry we haven't had a chance to do the laundry lately. Don't mind the stain. It's dried.
The Cellar: Don't move we'll get a towel, sorry about setting you on fire though
The Cellar: Don't move we'll get a towel
...and this time don't look him in the eyes
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get you a towel. Or do you *like* lying in the wet spot?
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get a towel, but who's going to clean up the rest of this mess?
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get a towel. Here's your beer back.
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get a towel. I've never seen blood spurt like that.
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get a towel, and some ice. I hear that if you keep it cold, they can sew it back on, Mr. Bobbit.
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get a towel.
See ya!
don't move, we'll get a towel.
too late! I already used the curtains!
aaaaaaagghh!
dont move, we'll get a towel. i dont know how you'll get it out of your hair though.
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get a towel and congratulations it's a boy! You really should log out and go to the hospital now.
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get a towel
and next time, swallow faster!
:love:
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get a towel....
but, honestly.... is there always this
much?
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get a towel, in the mean time aim for the bucket
The Cellar: Don't move, we'll get a towel, and next time you'd better get the ultra absorbent nappies!
The Cellar: Put this in your pipe and smoke it! {WARNING: smoking The Cellar may cause severe side effects}
uh yeah... sorry.. it's been a uh... while
The Cellar: Put this in your pipe and smoke it! Just don't forget to knock out the pipe when you're finished. ;)
The Cellar: Put this in your pipe and smoke it. 'Ere.
The Cellar: Put this in your pipe and smoke it. Its great shit, man!
Put this in your pipe and smoke it.
[COLOR="Blue"]We don't mind, as long as you don't hog it all.[/COLOR]
Put this in your pipe and smoke it -- we're ashless.
The Cellar: Put this in your pipe and smoke it. Yes, it's a Haddock. We're trying out the IOTD recipe. We need smoked haddock.
The Cellar: Put this in your pipe and smoke it
No, not that, this. Good lord you could have done some serious damage then!
The Cellar: Put this in your pipe and smoke it. No, not that pipe.
The Cellar: Put this in your pipe and smoke it. And no bogarting.
The Cellar: Put this in your pipe and smoke it
oops that should read
The Cellar put shit in your pipe and you smoked it.
The Cellar: Put this in your pipe and smoke it. We're out of Oreos, but there's still some of last Friday's IOTD in the fridge.
The Cellar: Neither plane, nor bird, nor even frog...
Must be cock.
Neither plane, nor bird, nor even frog...
stays these Cellarites from the swift completion of their appointed flames.
Neither plane, nor bird, nor even frog...
nor abortion will stop us from flaming your blog
Neither plane, nor bird, nor even frog... but we do have some homely french girls.
Neither plane, nor bird, nor even frog...are inedible to us.
...can figure out what the hell happened to Nothing But Net.
Neither plane, nor bird, nor even frog...
would attempt the leap from Labrat's glutes.
The Cellar:
Neither plane, nor bird, nor even frog...
Nor overfed and zealous Fish.
No Savior's boon, nor frothing sea,
No can of meat, nor dying wish.
No huggy, kissy bruce, No Volpine packing heat
No lumbering Jim, nor speechless hoax
No ransomed flight, nor saucy lips,
No tasty desert with fugde and jokes.
No footless snakes nor rodents withers,
No Spanish titled spode
No chip of rock nor smiling chimp
No, only Undertoad
The Cellar: Low fizz so you can slam it down fast; then, feel it slowly rise back up to gag you! :yum:
The Cellar: Low fizz so you can slam it down fast and not have to worry about a virtual embolism.
The Cellar: Low fizz so you can slam it down fast, high in laxatives so you can slam it out faster
:lol:
The Cellar: Low fizz so you can slam it down fast, low carb so you can fill your boots
The Cellar: Low fizz so you can slam it down fast.
Please use responsibly.
Low fuzz so you can slam it down fast.
The Cellar: Low fizz so you can slam it down fast, please clean up any spills.
Low fuzz so you can slam it down fast.
Low fuzz so you can wear a bikini
Low fuzz so you can slam it down fast.
...please clean up any spills.
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck
'ceptin' we don't spell to good
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck. Rule #1: You don't talk about the Cellar!
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck. because we write with branding irons.
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck. We use a bat to remind you.
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck. We write the exceptions on your asshole. Happy Hunting.
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck. Do you have any other tattoos?
Looking at the upcoming tags I don't know that they will fit this game so well
yeah, i got nuthin for this one.
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck. Because we need to frame them once the scalp is removed
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck with that since everyone here believes that rules are meant to be broken.
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good luck, we write in braille.
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. You Twilo-ites should have no problem [/obscure reference]
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck. "Sweet, what's mine say?"
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck. We write the exceptions on your asshole. Happy Hunting.
haha very funny.:D
The Cellar: We write the exceptions on your asshole. Enter with caution. Some never seem to be able to pull their head out.
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good luck, we write in braille.
Funny girl :)
I have experience with Braille so that is especially funny to me.
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck. The really tough part is when we make the erasures for changes.
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head. Good Luck. will someone hand me that rusty razor blade??
The Cellar: We write the rules on the back of your head.
Hmm. what's that? I didn't think we had a rule 666. Where did that come from?
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind and klamydia
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind. Can't do anything for a hangover, though, sorry!
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind while conditioning your subconscious.
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind
That's true when it's taken topically....for those who insist on using the rectal applicator, it also freshens breath.
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind or was that dry mined? Either way force fluids.
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind - but doesn't do shit for a badly chafed penis.
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind, and replaces it with the heart-rending screams of dry soul.
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind while gently massaging your ego
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind, and the spiky blues of writers' block.
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind, but won't scratch that spot you can't reach.
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind by inducing wet dreams.
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry minded fools like yourself
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind's eye for pie in the sky.
The Cellar: Maintain eye contact to avoid lethal venom injection from the dreaded Cellar Ass... I mean Asp.
The Cellar: Maintain eye contact to avoid lethal venom injection. Unless you like it in the arse, in which case maintaining eye contact is tricky.
The Cellar: Maintain eye contact to avoid lethal venom injection. Maintain the Tip Mug to ensure continued Cellar Fun.
The Cellar: Maintain eye contact to avoid lethal venom injection, or look away and die. We respect your right to be a moron.
The Cellar: Maintain eye contact to avoid lethal venom injection.
Also, don't drop the soap.
The Cellar: Maintain eye contact to avoid lethal venom injection. we wont tell you which eye until after sports and the weather
The Cellar: Maintain eye contact to avoid lethal venom injection and killer epitaph.
The Cellar: 'Ere! ...... Yes, "'Ere!"! ...... WE have palindromes with ATTITUDE!
The Cellar: 'Ere! Aye! Knows! and Throat! doctors available.
'Ere!: It's less harmful than alcohol.
'Ere: cough hack wheeze snort...
The Cellar: 'Ere! Dere! Evwywhere!
The Cellar: 'Ere! What's all this then?
Liked it so much, you did it twice pexxie?
Oh and...everything ok pexxie??? you havent been your normal sleazyself for a while now? :p
The Cellar: 'Ere! Wha'ch'all doing in my basement? And be careful with those apostrophes -they breed like rabbits.
'Ere! Get 'round behind! Now heel!
Liked it so much, you did it twice pexxie?
Oh and...everything ok pexxie??? you havent been your normal sleazyself for a while now? :p
"Sleazyself"? Moi?
'Ere! Get 'round behind! Now heel!
hahahaha - thats awesome Ali.
I'm tipping only us Aussies will get it.
lol...nah, I'm sure there's a few cow cockys who'll know exactly what it means. ;)
"Sleazyself"? Moi?
Dont deny it!!!
lol...nah, I'm sure there's a few cow cockys who'll know exactly what it means. ;)
Nowt to do with sheep dogs then? :neutral:
sheep as well. The majority of graziers here run both and are commonly referred to as cow cockys.
Ah. there was a whole TV series based on sheep dog trials in the UK. ran forever. strangely popular it was. Probably still going. "Come by!"
One Man and his Dog. There were women competitors, but they used to wear beards as per Life of Brian.
lol..why in the world would they wear beards?
lol..why in the world would they wear beards?
Well they didn't really, but you felt like they would have done if it would have made them more acceptable. They wore dirty dungarees, put their hair up in caps and spoke like they smoked 80-a-day.
well the whole sheep dog trialing business is pretty serious and aside from that, it's a man world isn't it.
I imagine it'd be pretty hard for women in the UK to break into that sort of arena.
I wouldn't say chicks are too common on that particular circuit here, but certainly outback women are more acceptable here.
The Cellar: An apple of a place. Don't mind the maggots: they've been irradiated.
The Cellar: An apple of a place. Don't mind the maggots, except the right-wing conservative ones.
The Cellar: An apple of a place. Don't mind the maggots, they were here first.
The Cellar: An apple of a place. Don't mind the maggots. Used to be a peach of a place but that bloody James and his gang of creepy crawlies used it as a frickin' boat....
The Cellar: An apple of a place. Don't mind the maggots, they add protein.
guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree eh?
The Cellar: An apple of a place. Don't mind the maggots. Half a maggot's a different story.
The Cellar: An apple of a place. Don't mind the maggots. Orange you glad there aren't any slugs?
The Cellar: An apple of a place. Don't mind the maggots, just be glad it's not a red delicious.
The Cellar: An apple of a place. Don't mind the maggots, they're organic.
The Cellar: An apple of a place. Don't mind the maggots, they're very nutricious.
(which is pretty much what my dad said to me when I found half a maggot in an apple when I was 10)
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes.
It doesn't matter that you haven't been drinking soda. We're THAT funny.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes. That's better than what comes out of it at other times right?
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes. And bullshit out of your mouth within ten.
lol...now that's a good one. True too.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes with a 45.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes. Pulling opinions out of your ass takes somewhat less time.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes of telling the joke, thats how slow you people are.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes. Remember to remove your finger.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes; so, you'll be able to douse the fire from being flamed within the next five.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes, but dont ask us where it came from.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes. Who knew soda could look like that?
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes. No, you may *not* drink it again, even if you sop it all up and wring it back into your cup.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes. Putting the jerk back into soda jerk since 19diggity3.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes. Target not included.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes. No Mentos required.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes. We'll have you shooting soda out of your mama's nose five minutes after that.
The Cellar: We'll have you shooting soda out of your nose within five minutes. And innocent bystanders out of your window shortly after that.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger, use it to salute those who will not shake your hand.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger, and you are third base.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger. Sit on it and rotate.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger. 1 on D and 1 on K? U C? I C.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger. One goes on D and one goes on K. You fill in the rest.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger, this is your gun. This is for fighting, this is for fun.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger, this is your gun. This is for fighting, this is for fun.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger, that is your gun. That is for fighting, this is for fun.
[corrected]
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger, the tips jar is below.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger. Your ring finger is at home with the wife.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger. OK, we'll smell it.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger. What happens if I pull it?
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger. This is your index finger on drugs *sizzling sound*.
The Cellar: The world is at your fingertips. This is your middle finger, right between Pointer and Shocker.
The Cellar: Apparently we're the water cooler of middle age and not the fountain of youth. What a bummer.
The Cellar: If your skin is thin then don't come in.
The Cellar: Apparently we're the water cooler, which is lucky, with all the flaming around here.
The Cellar: Apparently we're the water cooler; why is it boiling?
Apparently, we're the water cooler. boy, am I thirsty!
Apparently, we're the water cooler. Now, stop pissing in it.
Apparently we're the water cooler, where all the useless...
The Cellar: a case of Collective Infinite Personality Disorder. Resistance is futile, you WILL be assimilated into the Collective. :borg:
The Cellar: a case of Collective Infinite Personality Disorder. You must be talking to me, I'm the only one here.
The Cellar: a case of Collective Infinite Personality Disorder. No extra charge for Spilt Infinitives.
The Cellar: a case of Collective Infinite Personality Disorder. No, it's not the same as bi-polar!
The Cellar: a case of Collective Infinite Personality Disorder (24/case). For additional quantities, go to Collective Infinite Personality Reorder.
The Cellar: On second thoughts, don't come here, tis a silly place ... we'll meet at ... YOUR HOUSE! :speechls:
The Cellar: On second thoughts, don't come here, tis a silly place. On third thoughts, stay the fuck out, tis too good for you, mere mortal.
The Cellar: On second thoughts, don't come here, tis a silly place that specializes in reverse psychology.
The Cellar: You still don't see it? Tilt your head and squint, a little closer... it looks like a little man in a boat.
The Cellar: You still don't see it? Tilt your head and squint
The Cellar: You still don't see it? Tilt your head and squint to see our [SIZE="1"][COLOR="White"]Secret Squirrel[/COLOR][/SIZE]
The Cellar: You still don't see it? Tilt your head and squint. Dear God!!! When do I get to see the sailboat?!?!?!
The Cellar: We've just outlawed all other messageboards. The bombing starts in five minutes. Welcome to the New World Order.
The Cellar: We've just outlawed all other messageboards. The bombing starts in five minutes, the server will crash in six.
The Cellar: We've just outlawed all other messageboards. The bombing starts in five minutes. All blonde bombshells should be held in reserve!
The Cellar: We've just outlawed all other messageboards. The bombing starts in five minutes.
Wait! There are OTHER messageboards?!!?
The Cellar: We've just outlawed all other messageboards. The bombing starts in five minutes.
Greetings, Professor Falken. Would you like to play a game?
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It's always nice to see a tagline that you suggest being used.
The Cellar: We've just outlawed all other messageboards. The bombing starts in five minutes. At this time it is not appropriate for us to outline a timetable for withdrawal, just give us the money.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is 'cause I'm not aware of too many things. I know what I know if you know what I mean. What I am is what I am are you what you are or what ...
... if Edie Brickell responded to the Cellar Tagline.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is. Don't even joke about...not even a little bit!
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is, unless it's a door to unknown opportunities.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is, after all, it probably tastes like chicken.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is - it could be a shark, or it could be a dolphin.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is, but go ahead and shoot it before it gets you.;)
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is, it might be a pressure sensitive explosive device.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is, then bang it like crazy regardless.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is, you might knock it up
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is, then bang it like crazy regardless.
I like that minus the *regardless* :D
I shoulda put irregardless, just to wind people up :D
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is, unless you're GoldenPalace.com. Then bid like crazy.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is. Once you've identified your target, however, fire at will.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is you plan to do with a knocked-up thing.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is; or, don't come knockin' 'round here no more.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is; unless, you're a professor at the school of hard knocks.
The Cellar: Don't knock something 'til you know what it is: 3 times on the ceiling; or, twice on the pipe.
The Cellar: If you're not part of the... actually you are part of the problem with nudity. :shock:
The Cellar: If you're not part of the... actually you are part of the problem in gun threads. :bitching:
The Cellar: If you're not part of the... actually you are part of the problem for those who don't have much time to spend here. :blah:
THe Cellar: Don't whine about the outcome if you didn't post your pink bits.
The Cellar: Bong Hits 4 Jesus. 'Ere.
The Cellar: Bong Hits 4 Jesus. Let he who is without sin get stoned.
The Cellar: Bong hits 4 Jesus - He'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.
The Cellar--Bong Hits 4 Jesus--too busy getting stoned to think
The Cellar: Bong Hits 4 Jesus Jones 3.
The Cellar: Must you move your lips when you read? Don't tell me you only do it while reading messages in MIME.
The Cellar: Must you move your lips when you read me my rights?
The Cellar: Must you move your lips when you read? And must you read during sex? It's the "f" words that hurt.
The Cellar: Must you move your lips when you read? And do you have to eat pork chops all the time?
The Cellar: You could go with this, you could go with that, or you could go with us if you only have half a brain like the rest of us
The Cellar: You could go with this, you could go with that, or you could go with us..as we take you driving in our car car...take you driving in our car [/sorry, watching kids programs]
Off topic - has anyone seen the DVD "The work of Director - Spike Jonze"...thats some weird shit!
Weapon of Choice video by Jonze:
http://www.astralwerks.com/fbs/woc/
(the finest music video ever done. and inspiration for the tagline)
I gathered that UT..have you seen the DVD tho??? I'd love to hear what other people thought of it.
The Cellar: You could go with this, you could go with that, or you could go with us, or you could kiss our ass
The Cellar: You could go with this, you could go with that, or you could go with us -- either sitting in the saddle or draped over it.
The Cellar: You could go with this, you could go with that, or you could go with us to see the wizard! :thumb:
The Cellar: You could go with this, you could go with that, or you could go with us, but you don't have to call me Johnson.
The Cellar: You could go with this, you could go with that, or you could go with us, but you'll have to sit in the back with the kids.
The Cellar: Where even pricks are required to keep it real lest we give them a case of prickly heat. :flamer:
The Cellar: Where even pricks are required to keep it real sometimes.
The Cellar: Where even pricks are required to keep it real, but we don't really care if they're real or not.
The Cellar: Where even pricks are required to keep it real, while uneven pricks are given their hea.. er... free rein.
The Cellar: Where even pricks are required to keep it real and real pricks are required to keep it even
Where even pricks are required to keep it real - but also where unbalanced pricks are required to keep it interesting.
The Cellar: Sambuca Powered, Remington Approved -- Drink a shot, fire a shot
The Cellar: Sambuca Powered, Remington Approved - Dick Cheney Says So
The Cellar: The real reason Ken Lay ruined Enron was to have more time to post here
The Cellar: The real reason Ken Lay ruined Enron. It beats the "Twinkie defense"
The Cellar: The real reason Ken Lay ruined Enron; the real reason you ruined your manicure.
The Cellar: The real reason Ken Lay ruined Enron; a futile attempt to stop the way we roll.
The Cellar: The reason Dorothy went to Oz with nothing but a dog.
Translation -
The Cellar is the reason Judy Garland got wrecked on drugs. Yeah, the Cellar did that.
The Cellar: The reason Dorothy went to Oz with nothing but a dog. Also, she figured she could eat it if she had to.
The Cellar: The reason Dorothy went to Oz with nothing but a dog was to protect her from weirdos. Unfortunately, Oz is full of weirdos and the dog was too small.
The Cellar: Tickle your brain, and other parts. In fact, tickleyourasswithafeather?
I knew that as tickle your cunt with a feather which then of course translates to typical country weather...when the person asks you to repeat what you just said.
The Cellar: Tickle your brain, and other parts. If you are unable to tickle yourself we will use special implements to tickle you. Please bring a change of clothing; you WILL get wet on this ride.
The Cellar: Tickle your brain, and other parts. If you choose option two, please post a picture.
The Cellar: Tickle your brain and other parts. It'll be interesting to see which you tickle most here.
The Cellar: 100% dragon free...we've got enough flamers already.
The Cellar: 100% Dragon free.... but we have some good dragonmeat recipes....
The Cellar: 1.25 million page views in September, 1.25 million is exactly how many seconds it took the page to load during that time.
The Cellar: A group of smart-asses you'd like to spend some time with, but not too much.
The Cellar: A group of smart-asses you'd like to spend some time with and some asses you'd like to see hanging out.
The Cellar: A group of smart-asses you'd like to spend some time with, and one dumb-ass you'd like to give an enema.
The Cellar: Nice hooters, snappy looks and brains. This *is* heaven! Until you sober up
The Cellar: Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny, until you realize we were taking the piss all along
The Cellar: Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny. When you live in a dysfunctional family, you think it's normal.
The Cellar: Hold my mouse and watch this! The last words of an internet redneck.
Hold my mouse and watch this!
Why in the hell does this tag line turn me on?!?
wtf?
:)
The Cellar: "We know you are, but what are we?" was the slogan touted by both sides during the big Cellarite vs Dweller identity crisis!
The Cellar: "We know you are, but what are we?" "We Are DEVO!"
The Cellar: We know you are, but what are we?
[CENTER]
[Chorus]
[COLOR="White"]We are the world[/COLOR]
We are the world
[COLOR="White"]We are the children[/COLOR]
We are the dwellers
[COLOR="White"]We are the ones who make a brighter day[/COLOR]
We are the ones who make a brighter Cellar
[COLOR="White"]So let's start giving[/COLOR]
So let's stop flaming
[COLOR="White"]There's a choice we're making[/COLOR]
There's a choice we're making
[COLOR="White"]We're saving our own lives[/COLOR]
We're saving our own pride
[COLOR="White"]It's true we'll make a better day[/COLOR]
It's true we'll make a better forum
[COLOR="White"]Just you and me[/COLOR]
Just you and me[/CENTER]
*applauds* Very nice, very nice. *wipes tear from eye* Touching really. :D
The Cellar: We know you are, but what are we? Why we're you of course you silly goose.
The Cellar: Dreaming of a white Kwanzaa ... in full color!
The Cellar: What has been posted, cannot be un-posted ...unless it's doo-dads
...be unposted. what has been pimped out, cannot be un-pimped out.
The Cellar: What has been posted, cannot be un-posted ...
(i.e. The Cellar: We'll keep you posted).
The Cellar: What has been posted, cannot be un-posted ... so keep your hands out of the slot.
Oooooohhh we should get a bunch of those stickers and take pictures of them at famous places all over the world!
The Cellar: What has been posted, cannot be un-posted ... including this tag line, it seems. :D
The Cellar: Groundhog day for the internet. We're hoping to get it right tomorrow
The Cellar: Groundhog Day for the internet
[COLOR="White"]......[/COLOR][COLOR="DimGray"]The Cellar: Groundhog Day for the internet[/COLOR]
The Cellar: Groundhog day for the internet. We're hoping to get it right tomorrow
The Cellar: Groundhog day for the internet. We're hoping to get it right tomorrow
The Cellar: Groundhog day for the internet. We've seen our shadow, now show us yours.
The Cellar: Galvanized beliefs, vulcanized tires, Martinized work shirts and anesthetized brains ... :beer:
The Cellar: Exploiting First Amendment rights using Second Amendment tactics is our daily constitutional.
The Cellar: It's .org, for organ grinder, with no costume for the monkey and no barrel organ.
[QUOTE]The Cellar: It's .org, for organ[QUOTE]
There's an organ here?
The Caller: It's .org for organ ....... I always thought is was orgasm.....
The Cellar: It's .org, for organ
Not organised minds of a criminal bent
The Cellar: It's .org, for organ. We've got an organ, you've got tulips...
The Cellar: we made Steve Guttenberg a star. You may know him from the film "Maybe Three Men and a Bunch of Babies." ;)
The Cellar: we made Steve Guttenberg a star. but we eated it.
The Cellar: Clue Socialism: if you don't have any, we will give you some of ours. Clue Capitalism: if you don't have any you're not working damn hard enough!
"The Cellar: Use txtspk be ignored"
orly?
srsly?
The Cellar: Use txtspk be ignored, use spkez be ignoble.
The Cellar: We don't agree amongst ourselves. And we like it that way. But we don't all like it that way at the same time.
The Cellar: We don't agree amongst ourselves. And we like it that way, except when we know we're right and everyone else is wrong!
The Cellar: Spammers hung at dawn... and sunset, and noon... even at 4:20 and you can watch it all here free from commercial interruption.
Just a note - shouldn't it be hanged?
I think "hung" is correct.
He hung the picture, he hanged the man. If spammers are people, then they are hanged. But their humanity is debatable.
Now you tell me.
UnderToad, name change please.
Men are hanged, but penises (penii?) are hung. I don't know which category messiahs fall into.
Spammers hung at dawn... and sunset, and noon... even at 4:20...'ere.
The Cellar: Duke sells more cars than Pat. Well of course. I mean, Duke is a whole goddamn college and I'm just one person. One person who doesn't even sell cars.
Yes, I know it isn't about me. But that doesn't mean it *can't be made* to be about me.
The Cellar: Duke sells more cars than Pat. Pat takes more drugs than Duke
The Cellar: Duke sells more cars than Pat. Pat takes more drugs than Duke
Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builds a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
The Cellar: Duke sells more cars than Pat. But they're both Jerkoffs
and that, my friends, is one of the
downsides to exceptionalism:
sourgrapes.
Hey, how come every time I click on one of your cellar linkies I get logged out and have to shut down my browser and start it back up a couple times before I can log back in?
Uh-uh, not doing it any more! ;)
Perhaps you have logged in intially without checking the "remember me" box. There was no malice aforethought, I assure you.
What browser do you use? Could you right click on the link and choose "open in a new tab/window"?
One's of you uses the "www" part and the other ones doesn't.
ESPECIALLY PAT
(the jerkoff thing, that is)
Perhaps you have logged in intially without checking the "remember me" box. There was no malice aforethought, I assure you.
What browser do you use? Could you right click on the link and choose "open in a new tab/window"?
Oh, I know you didn't plan it. It is something I have wondered from time to time.
One's of you uses the "www" part and the other ones doesn't.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ESPECIALLY PAT
It's PAT!
The Cellar: Duke sells more cars than Pat. If Duke sold 3 cars cars on Wednesday and 2 on Friday, and Pat sold the same number of cars on each of the days he wore his blue tie to work, how many cars did Duke sell on Monday if he only beat Pat by one sale this week?
How many people do you figure see "42" around the interwebz and wonder what the hell it is about?
I'M not even sure what it means.
she's right, though......
The Cellar: Duke sells more cars than Pat. Lisa leases more cars than Earl.
Mike sells more potato chips. (Looking to Brianna to get this one!) ;)
The Cellar: You'll get a survey about us - just mark "excellent" in every category, unless you'd prefer a kick in the cunt.
hahahahaha. Ali, that made me laugh heartily.
I must be getting over my humour impairement. ;)
lol. I don't believe you havea humour impairment. I think the internet is a fucking big minefield, filled with (obviously) mines, when it comes to humour. Not only can humour get lost to the medium, but we all are talking in a language that is the same and different.
The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs, just like an edible bra!
The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs, unless that's where you want it.
The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs. Don't move, I'll get you a towel...
The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs -- until you reach
NirvanaThe Cellar: Uh, we found your cat...and he wants to stay because he we have nicer pussies here.
The Cellar:
RIP Lumberjim
(Bwahahahaha)
The Cellar: We get our hair done in Reno, just to watch it dye, and then we bury it next to the other bodies.
The Cellar: We get our hair done in Reno, just to watch it dye, and then we bury it next to the other bodies.
I see someone has been snooping around in my backyard...
The Cellar: I'm here cause my dad dragged me. Not really my choice. At all. He says I can find my biological father HERE! Not really a comfort. At all.
The Cellar: I'm here because my dad dragged me. Not really my choice. At all. Just like the Camero full of old beer cans wasn't my choice. At all.
The Cellar: You people are just not understanding me. Now, you're wondering what I meant by ... "You people"? SEE, YOU PEOPLE DID IT AGAIN!
The Cellar: You people are just not understanding me. That goes to show what mental midgets you are.
The Cellar: We won't kick you out of bed for eating crackers, but there's lots of things we will kick you out of bed for!
This is the respond to the tag line thread.
If you want to make up new ones, you have to go to cellar meta and post in that thread.
:)
The Cellar: We won't kick you out of bed for eating crackers. Obama doesn't qualify, but we'll give you a free roll....
The Cellar: We won't kick you out of bed for eating crackers. We will, however, make you change the sheets and vacuum the mattress.
The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey unless you mean business :headshake
[COLOR="White"]...........................[/COLOR]... monkey business! :lol:
Hey...I was going to put that down. lol well, I was going to put, 'unless you really mean it', but I wont worry about it now. ;)
The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey ...unless it needs spanking
The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey
:sniff:
The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey or you'll get a spanking!
The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey
:EDIT:
The Cellar: Don't torch our monkey
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The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey -it's been our tagline for a while now, and it's starting to fester....
The Cellar: Do not txt while driving. Just don't. No, shut up, just don't
Hey, cool, is this idea from my
scorched groove driving bitching, or do I have ESPN?
;)
The Cellar: Do not txt while driving. Just don't. No, shut up, just don't moron.
It is S123. But now that it's been a tagline, anyone left txting while driving deserves to spend quality time with a bridge abutment.
The Cellar: Do not txt while driving. Just don't. No, shut up, just don't.
And don't do
this, either.
The Cellar: Do not txt while driving. Just don't. No, shut up, just don't do it unless you've also been drinking ... then you can txt us GB.
The Cellar: We are the future of this great national pastime.
The Cellar: We are the future of this great nation. God help us all.
The Cellar: We are the future of this great nation
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
The Cellar: Do not call us couch potatoes.
The Cellar: We are the future of this great nation. We are also it's past ......so put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye.
The Cellar: Do not call us couch potatoes.
pssst, sky, you want this one:
http://www.cellar.org/showthread.php?t=1819&page=100The Cellar: We are the future of this great nation, so yeah, we're fucked.
The Cellar: We are the future of this great nation. We are also it's past ......so put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye.
pssst, sky, you want this one:
http://www.cellar.org/showthread.php?t=1819&page=100
haha oops
thanks :blush:
The Cellar: We are the future of this great nation. :eyebrow: And some other nations as well.
AHEM - I have only just seen this tagline (I usually just update New Posts). As a member of an international internet I find it denies me my rights. So there. :rolleyes:
Doesn't say which nation.
The Cellar: We are the future of...uh... well you'll see soon enough.
The Cellar: We've shown you ours, now show us yours ... said their safari to our safari regarding
successful first contacts.
The Cellar: We've shown you ours, now show us yours. I see that rash has cleared up...
The Cellar: We've shown you ours, now show us yours. Fuck you kai.
The Cellar: We've shown you ours, Now show us yours. But what's the point? Everyone knows ours is bigger.
The Cellar: We've shown you ours, now show us yours. Want!
The Cellar: the Touchstone of the internet
The Cellar: It's what we want on our tombstone
The Cellar: Ass, Gas or Grass... well, really only the first one works here 'cause we're reasonably sure we can
kick it.
The Cellar: We've shown you ours, Now show us yours. But what's the point? Everyone knows ours is bigger.
[SIZE="1"].....or smaller.....[/SIZE]
The Cellar: Soothes the itchy redness of dry mind - but doesn't do shit for a badly chafed penis.
bwahahahaha. This is a great thread! I'm laughing my arse off!
The Cellar: Scratches and sniffs, beware the dirty underwear.
The Cellar: Rape is a bad thing, but everything else is up for debate ... except [thread=19842]friggin' immigration[/thread] (for just a little while)!
The Cellar: Now with rubber baby buggy bumpers
and also rubbered bumpy baby buggers
The Cellar: Now with rubber baby buggy bumpers ... for her pleasure.
1. The Cellar: We're fucking this chicken, you just hold the wings.
2. The Cellar: You ain't gonna shit right for a week.
The Cellar: Way cooler than that last site you were looking at and there hasn't been a killer named for us ... yet.
The Cellar: Where that last drink would have brought you if it weren't for that really hot guy
The Cellar: Where that last drink would have brought you if it had been an Irish coffee.
The Cellar: "Some of the most horrible people I've ever had the displeasure of encountering. I hate them, and I don't hate anyone." said the wicked witch of the north in reference to the lollipop league.
The Cellar: "Some of the most horrible people I've ever had the displeasure of encountering. I hate them, and I don't hate anyone." - Richard Simmons
The Cellar: "Some of the most horrible people I've ever had the displeasure of encountering. I hate them, and I don't hate anyone." --Leona Helmsley
I'm pretty sure that was daffodil, actually.
The Cellar: "Some of the most whorrible people I've ever had the displeasure of encountering. I hate them, and I don't hate anyone."
Fixed it for ya!
I'm pretty sure that was daffodil, actually.
They are all the same to me. Yawnish.
The Cellar: You put your weed in there! Now hand it over!!!
The Cellar: You put your weed in there! Hey, that was my weed. Wait, whut? Did something just happen?
The Cellar: You put your weed in there! It's a kushy place for it.
The Cellar: You put your weed in there!
We're just like good weed...Sticky and dank.
The Cellar: The secret ingredient is...love! But don't ask about the special sauce.
The Cellar: Post now or forever hold your piece...err...penis...?
Cellar: Obey ...Wanker Newbie
The Cellar: A Stayman Winesap in a world of Red Delicious ..but it's ok, we'll wipe it up
The Cellar: There will only be peace once we are all crushed into a singularity. -toranokaze : There will only be peace of mind when all the ice is crushed into a margarita. -sexobon, searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
The Cellar: I'm sorry, was this thread a debate, or a conversation? Oh never mind, I see now that it was just another emmanation.
The Cellar: Inglorious Basterds
The Cellar: Inglorious Basterds
Shouldn't it be: Inglorious Bast
ards?
Shouldn't the post be in the thread:
Cellar tag lines?
Actually, that Emma impersonation was pretty good! :applause:
Shouldn't it be: Inglorious Bastards?
perhaps she was using the Tarantino film title? Which is spelled bizarrely. Though I think he spelled it Inglourious.
Yes it was the Taranteno film which is spelled Basterds.
Also Known As: Inglorious Bastards (USA) (working title)
Yes it reminded me of emma and so I thought it would make a good tag line.
Ahh. It was Inglourious Basterds we got over here :P
:P
That's just the way you say it: Basterds.- Tarantino
The Cellar: Underpromised; overdelivered, unapologetic.
The Cellar: Please remove shoes before entering, because I have none and need to leave after throwing mine at some politician.
The Cellar: Don't touch the monkey...it logs you out after flinging poo at your politics.
The Cellar: Trust us, our folks won't be home for hours... did you hear a car door? OMG, we forgot to spring forward for DST!
The Cellar: It is what it is, except when it ain't and we always tell the truth, except when we lie.
The Cellar: Press 1 for English, 2 for Spanish and 3 for no particular reason if your name is Radar.
The Cellar: Nice hooters, snappy looks and brains. This *is* heaven!, unless you prefer inbred rednecks.
Which we Also have, in Abundants.
The Cellar: Nice hooters, snappy looks and brains. This *is* heaven! Of course, that depends on what your definition of "is" is.
The Cellar: You're so vain, you probably think this forum's about you and oh-oo-oh you think you're special, oh-oo-oh you think you're something else; okay, so you've got a computer: that don't impress me much.
The Cellar: Al Gore invented the Internet so more people could get here; but, sometimes the stars align and there are still some [thread=22770]folks that can't get here.[/thread]
The Cellar: Uh, we found your cat...and he wants to stay; but, your spouse is ready to go home now.
The Cellar: Uh, we found your cat...and he wants to stay for the chicken noodle soup.
The Cellar: Uh, we found your cat...and he wants to stay in this nice warm pot of water with the potatoes and little seasoning....
The Cellar: Uh, we found your cat...and he wants to stay. We think he'll blend in.
The Cellar: Enjoy posting here as a way of interacting with other human beings where only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
[CENTER]
"Just the facts, ma'am"[/CENTER] The Cellar: Part of the Early Derecho Warning System Network -sponsored by BP
The Cellar: Where you hide the sex toys when the folks drop by [COLOR="Gray"]to borrow them[/COLOR]
The Cellar: Those who like this sordid thing will find this is the sordid thing they like.
Fixed it for ya. :D
Teh Cellar: BB of The Beast
Grvdgr, this is the "Respond to the Cellar Tagline" thread. You want the "Cellar tag lines" thread in Meta. ;)
Grvdgr, this is the "Respond to the Cellar Tagline" thread. You want the "Cellar tag lines" thread in Meta. ;)
Oh. The horror.
The Cellar: Those who like this sort of thing will find this is the sort of thing they like and vice versa.
The Cellar: Those who like this sort of thing will find this is the sort of thing they like - Morticia Addams
The Cellar: Those who like this sort of thing will find this is the sort of thing they like, and you can get with this, or you can get with that...
The Cellar: Tickle your brain, and other parts bestowed upon you by The Great and Powerful Oz.
The Cellar: Our "no assholes" policy is firmly in effect. Poor Sheldon.
The Cellar: Our "no assholes" policy is firmly in effect ... except for casual Fridays.
The Cellar: Our "no assholes" policy is firmly in effect.
The Cellar: Our "no assholes" policy is firmly in effect, but rarely policed.
Obviously - I'm still here :p
You're not an arsehole classic. xx
meh - sometimes... but thanks Ali.
Cellar girls are easy; Cellar boys are sleazy
Is this the place for this? Was at the airport tonight and saw a billboard that said "Every world needs a Cellar".
If you had a picture, it would go
here.
If you had a picture, it would go here.
I'll take one and post. :D
The Cellar: We're rubbing our dirty ass on your new carpet and that burns us as much as you.
The Cellar: We're rubbing our dirty ass on your new carpet, trying to obscure the spoodge
The Cellar: LD50 in rats: 500 posts/kg ... LD100: a few undeclared nsfw pics in PMs (lest we forget).
The Cellar: We recycle. Look around. See? Same words, over and over, crimson and clover, over and over.
The Cellar: We recycle.
Look around. See?
Leaves are brown,
and the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Hang on to your memes my friend.
That's an easy thing to say,
But if your memes should pass away,
Simply pretend with the same words over and over again.
well 85% of the time anyway.
The Cellar: We recycle. Look around. See? Same words, over and over, especially when footfootfoot is in the house
The Cellar: For every thread you start, an angel gets its email verification, and FSM gets an email from Nigeria
The Cellar: For every thread you start, an angel gets its email verification (provided we're not on heaven's blocked sender list).
The Cellar: Girl's best friend is a diamond... man's best friend is a dog; so, a diamond studded collar should make everyone happy!
The Cellar: We were a "social network" when Zuckerberg was six years old
20 years later, he's a billionaire and we ain't got squat! ;)
The Cellar: We drove Lindsay Lohan to rehab and made Britney put on undies
'Cause dayum woman. Get your shit together!
The Cellar: We drove Lindsay Lohan to rehab and made Britney put on undies
and tomorrow we'll be campaigning for a tax on extramarital sex and reinstitution of prohibition..
The Cellar: We drove Lindsay Lohan to rehab and made Britney put on undies; so, now we can relax and ... Oh look, it's Miley Cyrus!
The Cellar: We'll split you in two with this thing, then we'll make like a banana and split ... ourselves.
The Cellar: We'll split you in two with this thing called love.
The Cellar: We'll split you in two with this thing
[YOUTUBE]07MyBXjkZWE[/YOUTUBE]
The Cellar: We have plenty of room for you since Dorothy and Toto were no shows.
Glinda, however, is still available... MEAT OR EGGS, DAMN YOU!
shit!
My egg options are approximately zero. since I have plans for my "meat", can I request reassignment instead?
"meat or eggs" !!! you crack me up.
The Cellar: This old forum? Why, I only post here when I don't care what I sound like. That's why the others don't address me by my title ... yeah, that's it.
The Cellar: Supercallousedfragilemysticsplaguedwithhaliltosis, even though the sound of it is something quite attrocious, we love it here so please don't hate, we'll let you kiss our toesies.
The Cellar: We are very upset. If you come to the Cellar we will not help you. PARDON? SPEAK UP!
The Cellar: We're gonna tell our daddy on you. And he's got long hairy arms which are generally unkempt.
The Cellar: The drunk drivers on the Information Superhighway [see DUI - Dwellaring Under the Influence].
The Cellar: It's all about YOU! No, it's totally not about you.
And this means YOU. So, this was about you. But it's not all about you. In fact, most of it isn't about you.
There's a whole thread about you thinking it's about you, but it isn't about you. Not at all. In fact, if there were more from you, it would probably be even less about you, because you, you see, are pretty much a yahoo. You.
:lol:
The Cellar: It's all about YOU! No, it's totally not about you ...
[ATTACH]33026[/ATTACH]
Why you, you...
Hey, who you callin' a you-you?
UHU the banana-smelling glue.
Is that from two girls, one cocktail glass? :vomitblu:
I was going to say (no, not gonna) that it was labeled a Yoohoo martini but that sure isn't what it looks like! Bleh.
Here's looking at you:
[ATTACH]33028[/ATTACH]
The Cellar: It's all about YOU! No, it's totally not about you
You're so vain, I'll bet you think this tagline is about you. Don't you?
The Cellar: Smarter and better than every comments section everywhere ... except maybe the
Book of Life ... maybe.
The Cellar: Representatives are standing by to shit on your snippets of happiness. Call NOW. No waiting!
To which tag line were you responding?
Crap! Wrong thread. :p:
"She been gone gone gone she been gone so long she been gone gone gone so long."
The Cellar: Our hotdogs are worthless until you bring your buns in here where we can relish them.
The Cellar: Our hotdogs are worthless until you bring your buns in here where we can relish them.
funny!
Our hotdogs are worthless until you bring your buns in here and we can make hotdogs in buns and they will be tasty with either mustard or cheese and we will share and we can drink sodas with the hotdogs and the hotdogs will be good.
And then the hotdog cart owner fainted.
The Cellar: Ring rubber bells! Beat cotton gongs! Strike silken cymbals! *tosses wooden nickels into the hat*
The Cellar: Ring rubber bells! Beat cotton gongs! Strike silken cymbals!
♪ ♫ and a partridge in a pear tree. ♪ ♫
The Cellar: Ring rubber bells! Beat cotton gongs! Strike silken cymbals!...That's right, we really don't give a fuck what you think. Or what we think for that matter, so don't feel too bad. Let's give a fuck together. :)
The Cellar: Ring rubber bells! Beat cotton gongs! Strike silken cymbals! ...just don't wake the fucking baby again!
The Cellar: Ring rubber bells! Beat cotton gongs! Strike silken cymbals! Just leave the fucking kazoo at home!
The Cellar: Ring rubber bells! Beat cotton gongs! Strike silken cymbals! Yes, they are all sexual euphemisms :eek:
The Cellar: A bit lower. Right a bit. Oooh yes, that's it. A bit harder...OK! We got that envelope stamped.
The Cellar: A bit lower. Right a bit. Oooh yes, that's it. A bit harder... I'm finally getting the stain out of that coffee cup.
The Cellar: yES WE KNOW WHAT cAPS lOCK IS! wE aLSO Know why it's sticky. EW.
The Cellar: yES WE KNOW WHAT cAPS lOCK IS!˙uʍop ǝpısdn pɹɐoqʎǝʞ ɹno ǝsn ǝʍ ɟı sǝsɐǝןǝɹ ʎןuo ʞɔoן sdɐɔ ɹno 'ʎןpɐs
The Cellar: yES WE KNOW WHAT cAPS lOCK IS1
WE KNOW WHAT cAPS lOCK IS, Jenny.
The Cellar: Moderation in defense of the Cellar is no vice; ergo, dozens of bannings for defense, not one post deletion for tribute.
The Cellar: Blow your mind - or maybe just open it up a little and what this means to a guy who thinks with his penis.
The Cellar: Blow your mind, it's cheaper than raspberries this time of year
the cellar: blow your mind, or open it's legs for a little mindfuck.
the cellar: "blow your mind", the most user friendly suicide guide since 1972.
the cellar: blow your mind, because if you could get anything else blown you wouldn't have time to spend here.
The Cellar: Blow your mind - or maybe just open it up a little to let the steam out.
The Cellar: Used continuously prevents pregnancy without a prescription, which is total bullshit and if you believe this, you'll believe anything. No wonder you found us!
The Cellar: We don't care none if nobody don't post nothin' here no how and dat ain't no lie.
The Cellar: Habitat for Humility, Pandorica for Pomposity
The Cellar: Allow us to introduce ourselves, we're people of wealth and taste; can't you tell by the decor?
Allow us to introduce ourselves we are people of wealth and taste. And if you don't have sympathy for the devil at least try to have a little bit of sympathy for jbk. ;)
The Cellar: Allow us to introduce ourselves, we're people of wealth and taste that zombies prefer 2 to 1 over poorer grades of internet forum users.
The Cellar: What we have heah, is an ability to communicate...or maybe not.
The Cellar: What we have heah, is an ability to [strike]communicate[/strike] commiserate
The Cellar: What we have heah, is an ability to [strike]communicate[/strike] commiserate
Always a good thing. :thumb:
The Cellar: Thank God you're here! Timmy's in the well! Perhaps it was that Timmy isn't feeling well. We're not sure now, we were drunk when it happened.
The Cellar: Thank God you're here! Timmy's in the well! For a small gratuity we'll tell you where we buried the bucket and rope!
The Cellar: Where you can pawn your thoughts ... Penny for your thoughts.
The Cellar: More people care about your shit here than on any other form of social media and that's some good shit, we shit you not, whether you shit or get off the pot we're with you!
The Cellar: If you wanted to join in last time around, but didn't, this is your chance now to become a member of this elite online community. You'll be issued a virtual beret and have the opportunity to earn virtual medals. You can be a ... CELLAR OF ONE.
[SIZE="1"]Some restrictions may apply. Not available in all locations. Allow 3 to 5 days for registration confirmation.[/SIZE]
The Cellar: If you wanted to join in last time around, but didn't, this is your chance now. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill – you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember, all I'm offering is the truth – nothing more.
The Cellar: You know what? It isn't that hard to get a camel through the eye of a needle. Steve Jobs said so in a seance last night.
The Cellar: You know what? It isn't that hard to get a camel through the eye of a needle. It is as simple as pressing puree.
It's only hard if you try to get camel through backwards.
Rich men can buy huge needles.
The Cellar: Agree to disagree, but disagree to part your hair down the middle and become a zipper head.
The Cellar: weer in ur dictionary verbin ur nounz an' in ur spel chekkerz foneticizin ur wordz.
The Cellar: Then I woke up with my face in my cornflakes...
The Cellar: Mental midget tossing every third Thursday during Happy Hour which ironically was named for one of the seven dwarfs.
The Cellar: The answers are printed upside down at the bottom of the quiz which is so easy you could pass it standing on your head
The Cellar: Boom Shaka Laka Laka [No Shakas or Lakas were harmed during the making of this tagline.]
The Cellar: We WILL rock you ... though it would be way cooler Yoda style: Rock you we WILL
The Cellar: Oh, how we've suffered. By we I mean me and by way of misery loves company, YOU!
The Cellar: It's life, Jim, but not as we know it ... I think I'll call it Sherry
The Cellar: Who the hell am I and why am I here? Oh yeah, I'm the Kwisatz Haderach looking for worms.
The Cellar: Would you like some whine with that?
Someone hasn't mistaken this thread for the Cellar tag lines thread in Cellar Meta since [post=881401]10-24-2013[/post]. This may be a new record.
The Cellar: My yellow in this case is NOT so mellow 'cause I can't read newsprint through it
Someone hasn't mistaken this thread for the Cellar tag lines thread in Cellar Meta since [post=881401]10-24-2013[/post]. This may be a new record.
Who? [COLOR="White"]I think you mean no one has, not someone hasn't.[/COLOR]
;)
The Cellar: We came, we saw, we bitched, we moaned
...we came in like a wrecking ball.......
responding to a Dwellar Tag Line
infinite monkey
Sisters are doin' it for themselves
...with a Selfie Stick
:eek:
The Cellar: When does the exciting in its primitive splendor snake dance begin? Right after you purchase your bottle of amazing snake oil, a $1 value now only 50¢, exclusively in: The Cellar
responding to a Dwellar Tag Line
infinite monkey
Sisters are doin' it for themselves
...with a Selfie Stick
:eek:
I just saw this! :lol:
The Cellar: When does the exciting in its primitive splendor snake dance begin? Right after you purchase your bottle of amazing snake oil, a $1 value now only 50¢, exclusively in: The Cellar
You can buy the whole Snake Oil kit, called 'WHY I OIL...' for 19.95 plus 27 dollars shipping and handling... from Ronco. And it really really works.
A snake? nope....
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The Cellar: Where TMI meets WTF and vice versa
The Cellar: Where "What's the Information?" meets "Too Much Fucking!"
How can you have too much fucking?
When it's a city in Austria?
The Cellar: There is no dark side of the Cellar, really. Matter of fact, it's all dark
Especially when referring to Microsoft or Donald Trump.
:badhairsmilie:
The Cellar: We've got you by the short and curlies
but Curlie wants them back.
The Cellar: Welcoming you to Giveafuck Bay and the Two Cents Inn
The Cellar: FDA-approved for use on emotional scars by rubbing it in
The Cellar: An argument is a connected series of statements intended to establish a proposition and can be found in 12A next door.
The Cellar: An argument is a connected series of statements intended to establish a proposition and can be found in 12A next door.
You ain't fooling me, that's really 13 not 12A. I used to live in an apartment 12A and I knew it was really 13. :p:
The Cellar: undertoad is a crybaby hypocrite asshole, but
[COLOR="White"]................[/COLOR]it's his website and he'll cry if he wants to
[COLOR="white"]................[/COLOR]cry if he wants to, cry if he wants to
[COLOR="White"]................[/COLOR]You would cry too if flint happened to you
Team is an anagram of meat, you can only make a tag line from a word that has a smaller word inside it. You can't use an anagram what sort of ridiculous philosophy would that be? It would be a ludicrous credo to make a tagline from an anagram.
The Cellar: There's no I in team but there is meat... and there is eat; but, if you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding... how can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat!
The Cellar: Thanks for pudding up with us
The Cellar: sexobon said I should change this tagline so I did and thank goodness they're disposables
The Cellar: Our search for candor will leave no stone unbummed and no bum unstoned
The Cellar: The land of cows and bees. Why? Bee cows. Why bee cows? Bee cows, bee cows.
The land of cows and bees. Everybody wants to live in the land of milk and honey; we're happy to be a little patient.
The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years by jumping your bones
The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years because life's a bitch
The land of cows and bees. Everybody wants to live in the land of milk and honey.
I live in the land of milk and honey.
We all do man. They're in every convenience store.
I live in "America's Dairyland", and a lot of honey comes from Minnesota.
So you live in the land of milk and next to the land of honey.
That is a more accurate description Sir.
No wonder you wear flipflops that shit would ruin good shoes.
So you live in the land of milk and next to the land of honey.
Just flip that for me. Honey on dis land Milk on dat land.
Just get a dairy cow named Honey.
Just get a dairy cow named Honey.
or a honey bee named Milk. So much cheaper and easier...
The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years while that old dog sexobon turns 9
(June 29th)
Guess where I was born and I'll fess up. Everyone's heard of it. Three guesses per customer.
Pluto and Fifi had quin-puplets; so, there would be four more of me ...
The day is done and time's up; so, I'll just have to tell you: I was born ... roughly where I live now.
The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years 'cause it takes too much effort to calculate it in cat years what with their nine lives.
The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years ...and it'll be 200 dog years before there's a new tagline....
The Cellar: And the bleat goes on...and the bleat goes on...
Gums keep flapping sound bites to the brain
Twitter de da dumb, twitter de da day
PC once was all the rage, uh huh
History has turned the page, uh huh
The narrow views, the flaunted bling, uh huh
Centrism is our newborn king, uh huh
And the bleat goes on, the bleat goes on
Gums keep flapping sound bites to the brain
Twitter de da dumb, twitter de da day
The world wide web is the shopping mall, uh huh
Sexual predators now take a fall, uh huh
And men still keep on marching off to war
Virtually they keep In Real Life score
And the bleat goes on, the bleat goes on
Gums keep flapping sound bites to the brain
Twitter de da dumb, twitter de da day
Cisgenders sit in chairs and reminisce
Boys now chasing boys to get a kiss
Spin keeps going further all the time
Politicians still ask, "On who can you drop a dime?"
And the bleat goes on, the bleat goes on
Gums keep flapping sound bites to the brain
Twitter de da dumb, twitter de da day
And the bleat goes on, yes, the bleat goes on
And the bleat goes on, and the bleat goes on
The bleat goes on, and the bleat goes on
sexobon age reference noted: references Sonny & Cher single from 1967
Somebody's listening hard.
I was hard half the time I was listening to Cher.
The Cellar: Putting the community back into online community... or something socially tranmitted
The Cellar: If you can read this, your filter is set too low and your moral turpitude needs to be resolved
Too tall, too skinny.
She's 5'9".
It was the 4" heels and the 8" hair that did it...
She's 5'9".
That's how tall I am. Without the heels and hair.
The Cellar: "The remedy to be applied is more speech, not enforced silence."[/tweet]
That's how tall I am. Without the heels and hair.
How tall are you in the hair and heels?:cool:
The Cellar: Beware of the bad-ass Monster
Response: :D :D :D :D :D
this made me so happy. I didn't realize how much of a beating I'd taken recently, but it turns out I've lost all my oomph. I have no self confidence and feel overwhelmed by everything. Just a little lost.... But I'm working hard on being found again.....
It's tough but you can beat it, just like every other thing you're put your mind to. I'll bet even the cow orkers who find you abrasive realize you're smart and skilled.
The Cellar: Epstein didn't kill himself; rather, he shot the deputy
The Cellar: You twinkle above us... we twinkle below
gliddy glub gloopy, nibby nabby noopy la, la, la, lo, lo
sabba sibby sabba, nooby abba nabba, le, le, lo, lo
tooby ooby walla, nooby abba naba
early morning banging gong
You put that song in my head.
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The Cellar: We Can't Spare One Square But We Could Possibly Toss You A Round
The Cellar: Peaking right now (no peeking right now)
The Cellar: Out of an Abundance of Caution (and toilet paper)
The Cellar: What the BBS was meant to evolve into... except for the UT base deletion mutation.
The Cellar: New taglines are a taste of hardposting dwellars' words. Go New Taglines!
FIFY
The Cellar: Closing 31 Dec. Please visit the new community at cellar.boardhost.com... GERONIMO!!!
:lol:
