Hippie: I'm dead serious about this 800-number thing, folks. Pricey. So just pick up the phone, dial, and blurt your credit card numbers through. I know your address. |
Hippie: You know, mail is underrated! Pick up a stamp, maybe a pretty postcard for my collection, send me a credit card number on that! Two or three even! |
Hippie: I've heard SOME people have been calling in and want to "chat it up". UNH-UH. This is real money people, you talk on your time, buy on mine? Got it? Real money! |
Jazzsoda: "You feel that, guys? That's the warm, natural glow of a trash can fire. No gas bills, no electricity bills, no insulation bills, no pants bills..." |
Hippie: Aaah, as always, administering the program by Jake's side, lead man Frankie Whogivesashit. |
su27: See this here? It's toilet paper. I write on toilet paper to save cash. When I'm done with a document, I just flush away. |
Occupant: This tie made from the upholstery from an old whorehouse sofa. |
Jazzsoda: The down-side of being a glow-worm is that it's really obvious when you've just been hugged. |
Hippie: ...all of a sudden, bam! The Punisher gets canceled and that first appearance issue I've been storing for years is, like, worth POOP! Got buried on that deal... |
keogh: "...and that money goes into the slush fund. Believe me when I say the IRS can't find their ass with both hands." |
Hippie: *POP* Suddenly, Mr. Mytzlplitick was back to make Jake's life a living hell! |
Hippie: THEME MUSIC? I should PAY for theme music? To hell with that! Doo da doo da da da doo da doo -It's Jake!- da da da -Jake's show!- da da doo da! |