You know Peg, I hate it when your mother weebles down here for her little midnight snacks which last until 9 in the morning
Now son, look here, these redwood-trees they're over a thousand years old. I'm gonna cut me one of these down and use for a base for my satellite dish
Here you wear the bag, but in bed....
If my wife left me, I'd be dancing on the deck of the good ship hooter-pop, with a smile on my face and my face on a smile