If it ain’t a mess, it’ll do 'till the mess gets here.
That rug really tied the room together, did it not?
Them syreens did this to Pete. They loved him up and turned him into a horny toad!
Whatever. A burglar broke in intending to loot the place, uh, repented, became despondent over his lifestyle and shot himself.
I’m fixin’ to do something dumber than hell, but I’m going anyways.
Uh, we hear that you pay good money to sing into a can.
Freddy Bender: Objection, Your Honor: strangling the witness.
*Judge Marva Munson: *I’m going to allow it.
Wait a minute. Who elected you leader of this outfit?
Well Pete, I figured it should be the one with the capacity for abstract thought. But if that ain’t the consensus view, then hell, let’s put it to a vote.
I’m not here representing Hardbodies.
I just want to understand this, sir. Every time a rug is micturated upon in this fair city, I have to compensate the owner?
Like I said, he was funny lookin’. More’n most people, even.
Wasn’t too busy. You missed a good one, though. This white guy walks in about one o’clock, asks if we have a discount for alcoholics… I tell him to get lost, but Marty’s sitting here listening and I can tell he’s thinking that maybe it ain’t such a bad idea.
OVER THE LINE!
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Nice marmot.
All in all not a bad guy - if looks, brains and personality don’t count.
Sometimes it’s a hard world for small things.
And tomorrow we come back and we cut off your Johnson.
I’m not complainin’, mind you; just sayin’ there ain’t no pancake so thin it ain’t got two sides.
Mrs. Hogwallop up and R-U-N-N-O-F-T.
YOU’RE a Muncie girl??