Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

me when I am a astronomer
...unmatched since the Detroit Tigers last made the playoffs...
So you see yourself more as a buffet-style intellectual.
...you may be kissing your dolls goodbye for the last time.
Oh, every car has been harvested.
I've got to get that hood ornament. No matter who owns it.
I can't see nothing.
...we both want the same thing:
...about Springfield Elementary...
Boy, this light has really screwed up the animals.
When you leave home in the morning...
And you ain't that gorilla from the zoo.
That bird touched my car.
For astronomers like me...
Like after the time I accidentally called the teacher mom.
Mr. Mayor, you can't flip-flop on this.
You mean that 10-year-old with a mustache was a phony?
Thank you, Fat Tony. Thank you.
...to access PrincipalSkinnerStinks.com, SkinnerSucks.org...
...or ShaveThisSkinner. edu.
We hanged more than a few.