Adios.

I'm sure emma is fine, but busy, and will grace us with her presence again soon.

Her smile lights up the room (up up),
and she has no attitude (attitude oh),
I wouldnt say it if it was not true (was not true),
I am talking about emma.

I hate to contradict such a lovely young woman, but my birthday is singular. I share it with no one. There are merely people who happen to have been born on the same date, such as yourself.

May your natal remembrance day be full of joy, emma.

(kisses emma's hand)

The capital of Mexico is Mexico City. Why must you mock the heritage of my people? May your mustaches be soggy and unfulfilling, and may all your attempts at lovemaking be the same!

Graham wrote:Oh man, Morgan, we've got to bring the manly.

A word to the wise, gentlemen: the only food manlier than meat is meat and potatoes*.

*Bonus points if they're in chip form.

Alex wrote:This is madness!

This is TORONTO!

Now it is time to sing the 'Doom Song'.

Doom, doom, doom, doom doom da-doomie doom, doom doom doom...

James' mustache, while not as bushy as I would have preferred, was nevertheless quite adequate.

We may have to name a fighter after him. I'll just get blown up before the season ends, anyway, so what the hell.

Alas, spelling and grammatical errors are one foe I cannot defeat.

Typos! You have been cursed by Edward James Olmos! May your foulness rot in Hell!

YamaroV2 wrote:Sir, did you just challenge me to a round of Halo?

I am somewhat occupied keeping the human race alive with the Cylon menace hanging over our heads. Also, teaching Calculus. I don't have time for such flippery.

Dirty Sanchez? I saw that guy in concert, he was -awesome.- Yes. His revolutionary skills are badly lacking, though. Besides, it takes far more leadership skill to create than to destroy. A Battlestar, or an inner-city classroom, is a town unto itself. Keeping order requires a calm hand and a cool ...

I was all set to rush in and save you all from these self-styled 'revolutionaries'. But then I thought about it for a second, and none of you are in any real danger. Sanchez and his flunkies couldn't induce nausea with a swimming pool full of ipecac, much less induce revolt. I predict their puppet p...

Brad wrote:How bout a cherry-glazed torte with birth-control stuffing? It's mostly the same chemicals, and silphium is extinct.

So are toutres, but a deal's a deal. Cough up the meal, and I'll get you a part. It would take nothing less - you don't have the hips for acting.

Brad wrote:Hey, I told you once. You don't get your food 'til you get me a part as an awesome pilot on the show. You get me that and I'll make you cannaloni stuffed with pesto gnocchi stuffed with lobster stuffed with tacos.

Get me a cherry-glazed toutre with silphium stuffing and you've got a deal.

That's where you must've sent my order of Pasta Fagnoli with the side of pesto Gnocchi. Sonuvabitch.

I'm glad I didn't salute back. You owe me some Italian food, son.

Ah yeah, the kid with the pasta. I don't remember saluting back.

And where the hell is my pasta?

The Hitman wrote:In bed?

Don't be silly, son. In England.

The Hitman wrote:Keeping it real?

That's what she said... in BED! And it is being kept extraordinarily real.

I am pleased that you remembered the name of Edward James Olmos!

Señor Rodrigo wrote:I'm calling you out!

No way, Rodrigo. I live my life by a code, and that code says never to get into a pissing contest with an unarmed man.

Truly the most sincere apology ever offered by an inanimate object.

How dare you spread your filthy lies! My mustache bristles at the very thought. You shall regret defaming the name of Edward James Olmos!

You damn crazy kids. Think it's all fun and games. My heart fills with rage at your casual disrespect. You have insulted all Mexicans, everywhere, and that fair land we call home. Even worse, your mustashes are scraggly and unkempt. Their existence defiles the good name of Mexicanos that you have so...