I'm not paying for mistakes. I've been doing that since I got married.
Where the beer gives you gas and the Bundys kick ass... At the Nudie Bar
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
My kids may not be angels, but when they screw up, I don't blame TV. I put the blame squarely where it belongs, on their mother
