I’ve been obsessing on this jewel of a quote by J. Montgomery Burns, working it into my conversation any chance I get.
I get a thrill when people recognize it for what it is.
Voted Best Sport
And narrowly averted the despised moniker Smiley Master
Forward deployed until 18AUG00
Just so the record is straight, I believe it is:
“…I was free to wallow in my own crapulance.”
It’s classic C. Montgomery, all right!
What does he say prior to that when Smithers mentions “stealing candy from a baby”? It sounds like “that sounds like a larf”, although “lark” would make sense.
That’s a classic episode though- “Hi everybody!”
“Ho! Mer Simp son!”
OK, dat was strange."
No navy station there anymore but I used to wallow in my crapulence in Ologapo city whenever the ship was in Subic Bay. At the dollar to peso exchange rate $20 could buy dinner and enough liquor to kill a water buffalo with enough left over for (insert preferred form of debauchery here)…another sea story 
Ah the memories. I could go for one of those mystery meat hot dogs they sold at the NAS Cubi Point flight line. No better hangover cure.
It was larf. This is C. Montgomery Burns’ attempt at a witticism. Something he probably picked up in his Yale days.
My favorite lines are from the episode where Skinner got all the kids to wear uniforms, and they started acting like zombies. I loved the game of tag Lisa and Milhouse were playing:
Lisa–“Now you are the one who is it.”
Milhouse (downtrodden)–“Understood.”
No navy station there anymore but I used to wallow in my crapulence in Ologapo city whenever the ship was in Subic Bay. At the dollar to peso exchange rate $20 could buy dinner and enough liquor to kill a water buffalo with enough left over for (insert preferred form of debauchery here)…another sea story Ah the memories. I could go for one of those mystery meat hot dogs they sold at the NAS Cubi Point flight line. No better hangover cure.
Padeye has it right - crapulence has nothing to do with Thomas Crapper nor the contents of his wonderful invention, but rather the Latin “crapula,” for drunk or hungover.
Your deep sea diving suit is ready, me brave lad.
Oh, gods…I can’t stop laughing…damn you Mojo, DAMN YOU!
Eschew Obfuscation