Oh, loneliness and cheeseburgers are a dangerous mix. You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don’t work out in real life, uh, Christianity. Son, a woman is like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you’d step over your own mother just to get one! But you can’t stop at one. You wanna drink another woman!
I prefer a vehicle that doesn’t hurt Mother Earth. It’s a go-cart, powered by my own sense of self-satisfaction. Me fail English? That’s unpossible. I didn’t get rich by signing checks. Human contact: the final frontier.
Son, when you participate in sporting events, it’s not whether you win or lose: it’s how drunk you get. Slow down, Bart! My legs don’t know how to be as long as yours. When will I learn? The answers to life’s problems aren’t at the bottom of a bottle, they’re on TV!
Oh, loneliness and cheeseburgers are a dangerous mix. Your guilty consciences may make you vote Democratic, but secretly you all yearn for a Republican president to lower taxes, brutalize criminals, and rule you like a king!
Look out, Itchy! He’s Irish! Marge, just about everything’s a sin. Y’ever sat down and read this thing? Technically we’re not supposed to go to the bathroom. Slow down, Bart! My legs don’t know how to be as long as yours.
That’s why I love elementary school, Edna. The children believe anything you tell them. Stan Lee never left. I’m afraid his mind is no longer in mint condition. Whoa, slow down there, maestro. There’s a *New* Mexico?
Duffman can’t breathe! OH NO! Your guilty consciences may make you vote Democratic, but secretly you all yearn for a Republican president to lower taxes, brutalize criminals, and rule you like a king! I hope this has taught you kids a lesson: kids never learn.