Good quotes thread.

[MadDuck]

Wasnt me honest Edbear

[McJim]

"They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist..." (General John Sedgwick, battle of Spotsylvania, 1864)

His last words by the way.

[alanzs]

"Revenge is best served cold."
"Hey, watch this."
"The checks in the mail."

[The Stranger:Me]

"If it doesn't stick in your throat, then it won't stick in your arse"
My Dad

Just the sort of advice every hillbilly give his son I expect.

[The Stranger:Me]

History is written by the victor

[The Stranger:Me]

Any of you fuckin' pricks move and I'll execute every one of you motherfuckers!

Honey Bunney, Pulp Fiction

[skidMark]

"I don't go down that runway praying, you go down that runway praying you are liable to get killed boy, you just better be bracing yourself for whats on the other side" - Evil Kneivil.

[scrivy]

I was hit from behind......... Circa: Wanganui 2007.......

[hospitalfood]

it puts the lotion on its skin
it does it when its told
it puts the lotion on its skin
or else it gets the hose again

silence of the lambs

[DMNTD:Me]

Bugger...
Me...just after I high sided the MV

[Grahameeboy]

Bugger...
Me...just after I high sided the MV

Best quote I know is Spike Milligan on his headstone

"I told you I was ill"

Me I just want "I was me" on mine

[The Stranger:Me]

I was hit from behind.........

Thanks for sharing scrivy, always thought you guys swung both ways.

[MSTRS:Me]

Mark Twain - “I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”

[R6_kid:Me]

"..... And I will strike down upon thee with GREAT vengence and FURIOUS ANGER, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers, and you will know my name is the lord, when I lay my vengence upon thee..." Jules Winfield (Samuel L Jackson), Pulp Fiction, just before blowing some dudes brains out.

[alanzs]

Here's a bit about my childhood:
"Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy... the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess in the insane lament. My childhood was typical... summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds... pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it."