I have to agree with my brother, for once, on this.
Now, now, Petunia, who said I needed a girly like you to help me,
You need a lot more help than I can offer. You need a psychologist. A straight jacket. Or, even better, an pencil in your brain.
They're fighting again. Every god damned year
They fight better than any of the guys that beat on me when I was a ho, that's for sure.
Honey, could you get them to stop?
God damn you, woman, I'm EATING!
Thor...
Oh, uh.... Look, it beith the saint of Thanksgiving, Santa Turkey!
Ho, ho, ho, merry early Christmas
Did that fat fuck call me a ho?
Wrong holiday, Santy. You want my present list now? I want a Bazooka, and an MP7, a golden katana, and ken action figure with kung fu grip, an AUG, a Dragunov, a copy of "Jingle all the way"....
How does that woman convince me to let these buffoons meet every thanksgiving, much less Christmas and Easter? I've had enough. Begone.
A vintage Winchester 1903 for my collection, a copy of "Girls gone Wild" in Egy.... wait, where am I?
What manner of sorcery is this? I'm floating in the sky. Where beith the ground?
I don't know where I am, but I like it. Prepare to die, unseeable foe!