Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Family Love Michael. That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut.

Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Let's see some bananas and nuts! These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful!

Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say.

I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children. I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome. Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. Everybody dance NOW. I'm gonna build me an airport, put my name on it. Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings?

Are you at all concerned about an uprising? You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. Speaking of settling, How's Ann? You can control your bladder when you're dead! Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken!

Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. One for the ladies. Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is.

When a man needs to prove to a woman that he's actually… When a man loves a woman… You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans."

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. And the soup of the day is bread. Taste the happy, Michael. Taste it. It tastes kind of like sad. Bob Loblaw Law Blog. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. There are dozens of us! Dozens! I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray.

So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? It's probably wisdom.

Happy Franklin Friday. Do you have any idea how often you say the word afraid? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. It's a gaming ship. Also, your knee is on my heart. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass.