Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. We need a name. Maybe "Operation Hot Mother." No, let's try to top that. (They never did.) If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert?

First I blow him, then I poke him. Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH!

You're Killing Me, Buster. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball!

Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we? Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. Turn this skiff around! The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.

You can always tell a Milford man. In the mid '90s, Tobias formed a folk music band with Lindsay and Maebe which he called Dr. Funke's 100 Percent Natural Good Time Family Band Solution. The group was underwritten by the Natural Food Life Company, a division of Chem-Grow, an Allen Crayne acqusition, which was part of the Squimm Group. Their motto was simple: We keep you alive. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. It's OUR nausea. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. Hola, is Rosa still alive? No? Well this is not my day. Are you aware of this? Coming soon. Indeed.

He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. Oh…yeah…the guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Speaking of settling, how's Ann? No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one.

There's a girl in my soup! I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture.

Pound is tic-tac-toe, right? Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. Friday night. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. Speaking of settling, how's Ann?

Am I in two thirds of a hospital room? Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.

Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. I figured out a way to make money while I'm working!