Kids, why didn't you tell me it was your mother's birthday? I wouldn't have come home
Ahhh, Home Sweet Hell
The difference between here and school is, you will be out of here when you're 18
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