Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? It's OUR nausea.

Shémale. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. Actually, that was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children.

Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. Heart attack never stopped old Big Bear. I didn't even know we were calling him Big Bear. We never had the chance to. That's how Tony Wonder lost a nut. Let the great experiment begin!

And the soup of the day is bread. This was a big get for God. I'm gonna go get sexy. 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.

In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. It was the first taste of alcohol Buster had since he was nursing. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. Heart attack never stopped old big bear. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce.

Oh by the way, Doctor said no kissing her on the face for one week. I was like make it two weeks, see if I care! 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. I should be in this Poof. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. 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.

No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best? There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. ♪♪ And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting. Sky rockets in flight! Afternoon delight! ♪♪ Are you at all concerned about an uprising? I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a… she's the belle of the ball! She calls it a mayonegg. I think that's one of Mom's little fibs, you know, like I'll sacrifice anything for my children.

¡Soy loco por los Cornballs! Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. Annyong. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw.

Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. You are a worse psychiatrist than you are a son-in-law and you will never get work as an actor because you have no talent. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn't eat that, did you? Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. You're blowing my mind, Frank.

OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ You were just a turd out there, you know? You couldn't kick, and you couldn't run, you know? You were just a turd. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol.