Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look how happy those morons are.
But, hey, I guess anything's better than looking at your smelly face!
That's just something my son made me in art class.
Cool! That's imitatable.
Please, Peter. Your excuses are lamer than FDR's legs.
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Are ya votin' yet?
The you who said you hated you. You, who love, hate, Yankees, clouds...
Are you voting yet?
Ah.
in the same room as Clarence Thomas, you've never been in the same state.
Oh, my God! Stewie, no! Oh, God. What have I done?
- But you just said you hated me. - But... not you the president.
BABABOOEY! BABABOOEY!
I mean, would you really be the president of a company that didn't care about kids?
- I'm not taking my shirt off. - There. Now they're old news.
- OK. OK, sure. - All right. Why not?
All right, Dad!
Pack of cheaters, that's what they are.
Instead of a smart guy, we should send a moron they can relate to.
I don't care for Pottery Barn.
According to recent
- Oh, God. No, seriously. What's his name? - Dick Armey.
R.I.P.
"On which we used to rely?
- Mom! - Honey, your face smells fine.
Where are we going to find someone who's that stupid?
You may have killed her when you hit her with the stool. I'm not a doctor.
Bababooie! Bababooie! Howard Stern's penis! Bababooie!