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That happened to me once, too. I was out on the back deck, lighting the grill, and no matter how many times I pushed the ignite button the grill wouldn't light...and then finally the grill flames come up...and this whoosh of hot air comes out and singes the hair on my arms. Later on, I'm in the...

Yes, we should start a list. Would the list include the Muppeteer/Muppet people's parents, kids, siblings and other relatives?

All together now: "We don't need no education...we don't need no thought control...no dark sarcasm in the classroom...teacher leave the kids alone...Hey! Teacher! Leave those kids alone...all in all you're just a-nother brick in the wall...all in all you're just a-nother brick in the wall..."...

(looks down at active users box) Nine users! Wow, this thread is crowded tonight! And you're right, Kiki; that art teacher of yours had no sense of humor. Oh, well...subs often have no sense of humor. Writing 'Art has no rules' on a quiz...I love it.

Actually, FF airs on Court TV. Close, though.

The teacher went ballistic because you drew yourself in a strait jacket? What kind of school is that? What'd the teach say, that it was offensive to those with mental illness or something?

Indeed; somebody bring the woman a strait jacket! Don't fret, Skye; we love to tell sick and tasteless jokes all the time. They have a lot more impact if my easily-horrified grandmother is within earshot.

Answer: They both split people up. Yeah, I know, that's completely sick and tasteless.

I had to watch La Femme Nikita in a French class last semester. Violent as all get out. Not for the squeamish. All right: how is a divorce attorney like an axe murderer? (apologies to any lawyers on the forum; I mean this purely in jest)

Here it is. (eagerly braces self for chorus of groans) La Femme Chiquita! (supposed to be La Femme Nikita) On the other hand, I could tell you guys the one about the divorce attorney and the axe murderer...

I've got one...but it isn't exactly funny. In fact, it's the exact opposite. It was an episode of the documentary show 'Forensic Files.' In addition to the Muppets, my all-consuming interests include detective work and forensic science, and FF is one of my favorite shows. This episode was the...

All right, here's mine, and...well, I don't know how many people will get it. It was one of the few good jokes I knew that were decent enough to post. What do you call a French film about a banana that goes to work as a government assassin?

Sadly, no. I have watched the newsroom scene many times...and I still can't pick Frank out of the crowd! No problem spotting Richard, Kathy, Jim and Jerry, though...

Right on. Oh, dear, this thread has suddenly gotten all sad and moody...let's have a few jokes or goofy stories or something!

Okay, here are my questions: 1. When there are big production numbers involving the full-body Muppets, and there's dancing involved...do they have dance doubles inside the suits or are the Muppeteers brave enough to do it themselves? 2. How the heck was Richard able to run in that Sweetums...

(laughs) All right, Kiki, time for your medication! Just fooling. Welcome to this wild and wacky band of fools we call the RHLC. I hope we helped you, Amanda. I think the memories of all the good times you had with Richard should more than outweigh whatever sad moments there were. And I...

Oh, Amanda...that is a really sad story. But I think he knew all along that you loved him, even if later on you were a little timid about talking with him. I think he understood.

Yeah, triple digits. Sweet... There are only two threads longer than this one in the Friends and Family forum. Anyways...break out the sparkling cider (some of us are still under 21) and the orange juice! (very audibly pops the cork of a bottle of cider)

Hmm, there's an interesting thought. I seem to recall hearing that he was an actual broker...but either way, he seems to be one of a number of gofer-type employees who have the Dukes' wingtip prints up and down their backs.

Yeah, it's always the little kids who get the most attention. Now that my cousins and I are all college kids (well, most of us; the youngest is 11), though, the attention gets spread out. He did a show for the school when you were in third grade? I'll bet you were popular: "Wow, your uncle's...