I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball! Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces.

Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. Oh Gob, you could charm the black off a telegram boy. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. Pound is tic-tac-toe, right?

You just made a fool out of yourself in front of T-Bone. Did Ted make an appointment? No. Well then Ted can GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS OFFICE! YOU GET THE HELL OUT! Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. Why are you squeezing me with your body? I don't appreciate the dry British humor. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? It's, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don't have a husband. I call it Swing City. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.

And THAT'S why you always leave a note. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." 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. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer.

Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money. They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. Do you guys know where I could get one of those gold necklaces with the T on it? That's a cross. Across from where? I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! They want to break his legs. It's a good thing he's already got that little scooter. This was a big get for God. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties.

So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already! Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. I may have committed some light treason. And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing.

Also, your knee is on my heart. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture.

What's up, fizz-ellas. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn? In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. Go ahead, touch the Cornballer.

Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? You're Killing Me, Buster. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine.

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