I don't want no part of yo tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch! So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. What's Kama Sutra oil? Maybe it's not for us. Everybody dance NOW. Fried cheese… with club sauce. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON.

I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin Maeby… it'd be a good chance to rub off on her. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?

And here you are coming out of your mother's third base! It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear.

Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) What's up, fizz-ellas. Chickens don't clap!

It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. For there's a man inside me, and only when he's finally out, can I walk free of pain.

It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. So Ann, the question is, do you want a man or a boy? I know how I would answer. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH!

This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. I didn't get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!! I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray. 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. Hair up, glasses off.

What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! And although the intervention didn't work, it turned into one of the Bluth family's better parties. He's a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ?

No, she's in it. She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table. Turn this skiff around! Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut.

We need a name. Maybe 'Operation Hot Mother'. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Everybody dance NOW. Bob Loblaw Law Blog.