I was set up. By the Brits. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! Don't worry, these young beauties have been nowhere near the bananas. No borders, no limits… go ahead, touch the Cornballer… you know best?

However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook. There's a girl in my soup! But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. I've been in the film business for a while but I just cant seem to get one in the can.

Also, your knee is on my heart. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive? I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! A night of heterosexual intercourse. There are dozens of us! Dozens!

They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. You boys know how to shovel coal? This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. Mission Accomplished.

Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. Fun and failure both start out the same way. I may have committed some light treason. WHY was this show cancelled? I mean, COME ON.

Heyyyyy, hermano. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Bob Loblaw Law Blog. I made a huge tiny mistake. Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse.

Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?

And the soup of the day is bread. Let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar. I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit?

Yo quiero leche. Yo quiero leche de madre. Those are balls.

And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Why are you squeezing me with your body? I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think. A night of heterosexual intercourse. There's a new daddy in town. A discipline daddy. Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul.