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Dear God. We paid for all this stuff ourselves, so thanks for nothing.
What's Santa's Little Helper doing to that dog? Looks like he's trying to jump over, but he can't quite make it. Mom, can we go Catholic so we can get communion wafers and booze? There's no such thing as a soul. It's just something they made up to scare kids, like the boogeyman or Michael Jackson. What a day, eh, Milhouse? The sun is out, birds are singing, bees are trying to have sex with them -- as is my understanding ... Christmas is a time when people of all religions come together to worship Jesus Christ. Aren't we forgeting the true meaning of Christmas? You know, the birth of Santa. I can't stand to see you so upset, Lis, unless it's from a rubber spider down your dress - Hmm, that gives me an idea note for later: put rubber spider down Lisa's dress. Remember, you can always find East by staring directly at the sun. I am not the new Dalai Lama I think it's ironic that for once dad's butt prevented the release of toxic gas. Well, you're damned if you do, and you're damned if you don't. I never thought it was humanly possible, but this both sucks and blows. All I have left of the tree is that lemon shaped rock. Wait a minute......there's a lemon behind that rock!! I don't know! I don't know why I did it, I don't know why I enjoyed it, and I don't know why I'll do it again! |