The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I'll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. I didn't mean who… I meant… her? That coat costs more than your house! Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! Turns out he ended up getting too friendly with the teddy bear.

You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. ♪♪ Somewhere… over the rainbow… there's another rainbow… ♪♪ Operation Hot Mother. Bob Loblaw Law Blog. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? Never once touched my per diem. I'd go to Craft Service, get some raw veggies, bacon, Cup-A-Soup…baby, I got a stew goin'.

This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. There are dozens of us! Dozens! But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit.

She's a contestant. It's sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH! They don't allow you to have bees in here. Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times.

Someone order 140 pounds of upper body strength? Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. In prison, you just have to close your eyes and take it, but here you have to close your eyes and give it. Oh, COME ON!

And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! Pound is tic-tac-toe right? Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars?

It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. Oh…yeah…the guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on!

Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. That's my son, you pothead! Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. I'm an ideas man, Michael. I think I proved that with "Fuck Mountain." I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast.

What's gotten into you? Have you been eating cheese? Hahahahah! Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? Happy Franklin Friday. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she's shaped like a…she's the belle of the ball!

No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can't emphasize that enough. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. No one's called him Baby Buster since high school. Stop licking my hand, you horse's ass!