... look at the price of this wine! ... I told you we should have gotten a pitcher ...
... let's just split it 12 ways ... no! You don't owe anything ... you're the Host!
I've seen this one before. Let's see if we can get Seinfeld.
After a promising beginning, Bob has become a paunchy, middle-aged man with little bird legs and low self esteem. Corporate America has all but broken his spirit and robbed him of his will to live, but, with the help of powerful medication, he somehow finds the inner strength to amuse himself by writing meaningless prose and mindless verse. He lives in Atlanta, can’t get a date and spends his spare time watching his hair turn white.
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If I laughed at these, does that mean I'm gonna burn, too?
Probably. But at least I'll have someone to talk to.
Heh-heh. I was a hoot in Art History class.
Ooooooooohhhhhh! Can you do Hieronymous Bosch next? Oh please! I could look at a book of these I'm tellin' ya!
Hieronymous Bosch....
the possibilities are endless....
Trust me,
I live on a farm...
was sent here a long, long, time ago.....
from a galaxy far, far, away....
Ha Ha!
Hieronymous ... doo-DOO-doo-doo-doo
Doo-DOO-doo-doo
Hieronymous ... doo-DOO-doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo
Doo-DOO-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
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