In fact, it was a box of Oscar's legally obtained medical marijuana. Primo bud. Real sticky weed. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. Excuse me while I circumvent you. The old reach-around.

Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? Chickens don't clap! Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. I hear the jury's still out on science. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces.

And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann.

Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. Oh, I don't have any drugs for sale, unless… did you want me to follow you to your car? Mission Accomplished. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane. What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah!

Maybe it was the eleven months he spent in the womb. The doctor said there were claw marks on the walls of her uterus. They don't appreciate him. It's his glasses… they make him look like a lizard. Plus he's self-conscious. Turn this skiff around! Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans.

You want your belt to buckle, not your chair. Why are you squeezing me with your body? You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken!

What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. I believe you will find the dessert to be both engrossing and high-grossing! So we don't get dessert? Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? I deceived you, mom. Tricked makes it sound like we have a playful relationship. Absolutely. And we're going to be here every day. I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest.

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. Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere in the OC? I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." Turn this skiff around! Friday night. How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? ♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪

And THAT'S why you always leave a note. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! Did you know that more frozen bananas are sold right here on this boardwalk than anywhere on the OC?

I don't care if it takes from now till the end of Shrimpfest. Why are you squeezing me with your body? Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! You're losing blood, aren't you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet.