…and heeere comes the ambulance!
Ok, boys, when you meet Jesus, be sure to call Him Mr. Christ.
Kids, let me tell you about another so-called “wicked” guy. He had long hair and some wild ideas, and he didn’t always do what other people thought was right. And that man’s name was… I forget. But the point is… I forget that too. Marge, you know who I’m talking about? He used to drive that blue car?
Ugh, 35 years in show business and already no one remembers me, just like what’s-his-name and whose-it, and you know that guy, always wore a shirt?
Oh sure, like lawyers work in big skyscrapers and have secretaries. Look at him! He’s wearing a belt! That’s Hollywood for ya.
Hey, I know how you feel; I was beat in tic-tac-toe by a chicken.
Yeah, with the Internet and such these days, the kids practically raise themselves!
“We gotta spread this stuff around. Let’s put it on the internet!”
“No! We have to reach people whose opinions actually matter.”
Bill Gates: “Oh, I didn’t get rich by writing a lot of checks!”
Smashy, smashy!
Sparkle, sparkle.
I’m disrespectful to dirt. Can you see that I am serious?
You are the Emperor of Last Year.
I think I’ll call him Stampy.
“They’re playing that elephant song again.”
“I love that. Reminds me of elephants.”
Make way, I challenge you to a duel, comin’ through, an affair of honor, blah blah blah.
Never, Marge! Never! I can’t live the button-down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles. Sure, I might offend a few of the bluenoses with my cocky stride and musky odors - oh, I’ll never be the darling of the so-called “City Fathers” who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about *“What’s to be done with this Homer Simpson?” *
:: sniff ::
You’re the first one who ever called me “sir” without adding, “you’re causing a scene.”
(Mumbled): I’m horny!
One man, no ducks.