That's because I don't love you like a son Bud
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
I wish my apple grows as fast as your Opera
Why don't you follow me down the brewery, I'll tie a bowling ball to my ankle, dive in a vat of beer, I'll leave this world the same way I entered my marriage. Dead Drunk!
