"I'm sorry. I can't hear you; I've been physically abused in the ear!"

I see your lips movin', but I can't make out the words! I'm deaf! Oh, Veronica Vaughn... Soooo hot...want to touch the hiney...awoooooooooooooooooooooo!

It's Nudey Magazine day!

He called the shit "poop"!

Well, I could think of three things I'd like to do. One would involve some ice cubes and a nine iron. Two would involve a buffalo, live or stuffed, preferably stuffed for safety's sake, and three, we bring back some of those ice cubes and switch it over to a pitching wedge.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Ms. Lippy! The part in the story I don't like is that the little boy gave up looking for Happy after an hour. He didn't put posters up or anything, he just sat on the porch like a goon and waited. That little boy's gotta think: 'You got a pet. You got a responsibility.' If your dog is lost, you don't look for an hour then call it quits; you get your ass out there and you find that fuckin' dog!

I drew the duck blue because I've never seen a blue duck before, and to be honest with you, I wanted to see a blue duck.

That's QUACKTASTIC! Quack, quack, quack!

Actually, I stole this shirt from Frank.

Is that it, Dad? Did the penguin tell you to do this?