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By then, your wife will have this place turned into a first-class art gallery.
No.
Don't want to attract that hound dog bully.
What for?
Where'd you get the beautiful model?
I thought for a minute your wife would come back.
On the ceiling?
You is the prettiest.
My kind of doctor.
About painting and sculpting.
I've just come from seeing a new doctor, and you know what he told me?
Mr. Drysdale, you really shouldn't.
It was fantastic.
Donate your home as an art gallery.
Immediately.
Well, I ain't just sure where you get it.
Well, that sounds like a good day's work.
Oh, no, no, they're Nasturtium.
Are you by any chance an artist?
What do you mean, my condition?
Well, I think there was more to it than just suffering.
We can have us jellied pig's feet, owl giblets, sliced groundhog and possum, plenty of cold pot liquor.
Whack off a ear?
Us?
Mr. Bodine?
We'll fill our share of this art gallery.
Have you ever done sculpting before?
Well Granny, I reckon that leaves the painting up to us.
Hot dog!
What is all this about suffering?
Drysdale, turning this house into an art gallery is going to pleasure a heap of people and save you womenfolks a heap of housework.
Oh, really, no, I can't right now.
It's a bully!
Yeah, come on in and look.
I feel a little queasy.
I believe starving's got that beat.
No, ma'am.
Here comes the boy with the schooling.