D’oh um whoo-hoo um that boy ain’t right.
D’oh um whoo-hoo um that boy ain’t right.
Illegal immigrants have taken away my ability to guess the episode.
Mr. Nedib, who comes from somewhere far away. Yes, that’ll do.
Theme to Stanford and Son
The Americans got the better end of that deal.
One of the cliches in a lot of rom coms involves a woman who’s too busy with a career to have ever fallen in love. To make this work, usually the woman has a high paying but long hours job like lawyer or executive or something like that. It would be the kind of job that people would like to have because of the money and the power. Having the woman be something like a janitor wouldn’t work because a. it doesn’t pay well and b. it isn’t a job most people would dream about having and most certainly wouldn’t sacrifice love for. I think that’s part of the reason why a lot of rom coms depict wealthy people.
It’s in the basement along the the skeletal remains of Lyman.
I put Jack in my soda.
At the Sheraton Hotel in Canada.
Correct!
Talking out of turn? That’s a paddling
Looking out the window? That’s a paddling
Staring at my sandals? That’s a paddling
Paddling the school canoe? Oh you’d better believe that’s a paddling
You put the dick in the coconut and drink em both up
I know right? At one point in time I started saving my junk mail as a Hail Mary.
The one where Homer gets raped by a panda.
Bomp bomp bomp bomp
You are correct!
Well Scooby Doo can doo-doo but Jimmy Carter is smarter.
Le grille? What the hell is that?
What’s you talkin’ about?
The only cure is more cowbell.