I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
Computers and women are ruining the country
My kids may not be angels, but when they screw up, I don't blame TV. I put the blame squarely where it belongs, on their mother
Guys, I'm just happy for both of you. What say we celebrate by you getting the hell our of here, and me watching my TV!