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Never mind, with all that wool I can cover my exposed self up!!

I've had it with forks. Spoons all the way.

I'm all about them spirits found some down the hardware store for a tenth of the price of them fancy whiskys. Whose laughing now!

Just let it all hang out. This is America! or something.

Chopsticks for me now watch me get shot

I always laugh when I drink rubbing alcohol!

Hell. I will then!! Somebody baste my baby ribs or something!!!

don't let them see your soy sauce

I think I'm laughing, but I can't see it!

You'd need a Master Baster for that!

they better not fork my soy sauce that's one of my favorite drinks

I can see it!

I've got one of those! It, I mean, the neighbor has. Someone he lets me have it.

mine too, nothing is sacred anymore

I can't thunk straight

My neighbor has a window I get to stare in.

those provocateurs out there are doing a fine job of making things worse for everyone

I thunk about junk and act like a punk.

Sometimes I think everyone has a window that I just stare in.

*There's no end to it. They think it's great. So much attention for us...ahem, yeah.*

I only act like a punk when I'm double dunk dippin, my heart trip trip trippin as I'm rip rip rippin at the walls of my cage.

Can't contain my rage.

Fool