"Amateur Junior Geldings - Level Two."
There's only one thing I'd less like to be than a regular gelding...
(Bin o' ribbons in "Recycle" shop)
Awarded to anyone who manages to sit through the movie "Gymkata" without giggling.
Also note that it's from Schaghticoke (New York State). We always used to make fun of that town's name when I was growing up in Schenectady.
I dared Cap'n Infinity to stick his arm into E.T. up to the elbow, and he did. And he didn't even have to pay the five cents.
(The "Recycle" shop. Apparently the local Parker Brothers factory over-estimated demand some twenty years ago and nobody can get rid of these.)
It's like a Roach Motel, only for grown-ups.
ADULTS GO IN BUT THEY DON'T COME OUT!
WELCOME TO THUNDERDOME!
Okay.
New Dog-In-A-Briefcase!
(From a list of different types of life preservers. Type 4 is apparently a dog.)
Actual size photo of Calista Flockhart's underwear.
You can't read the tiny lettering, but it says "THE NEW ERECTOR".
No... comment.
Okay.
Let's see, do I want the fresh two-dimensional milk or the skanky old three-dimensional milk?
(In a pretend bodega. Kids were grabbing the plastic eggplants left and right because they knew they were only plastic.)
I am also thinking hard because I am trying to figure out why I am looking at this.
The giant refrigerator door after the Kibologists tried unsuccessfully to make a sentence.