always read the label, you should always read it wellin the most DELICIOUS WAY!:banana: :banana: :banana: :banana: :banana: :banana: :banana:

good thinkin - i could be allergic to somethin in there pissed:

Thank you, Mrs. Featherbottom. <3

good thinkin - i could be allergic to somethin in there pissed:

We should all live by the wise words of Mrs. Featherbottom.

[reads label] Who wants their fun-fun?

thats fen phen.

Who wants a banger in the mouth?

thats fen phen.

Who wants a banger in the mouth?

I would and then I'm going to go pound a sweet piece of veal.:woohoo:

Can’t you at least come over and Dustbuster or something?

Can’t you at least come over and Dustbuster or something?

I no does Buster anymore.

I no does Buster anymore.

Fine! I'll dusbuster.

Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice ****ing or ****ing or finger **** or ****sting or ****ing or even ****. Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. And if anybody does anything with my sister Lindsay, I’ll take off my pants, I’ll shave ****. And I’ll personally ****...

My mom is very stressed out, and, uh, she needs something that I can’t give her. Um... maybe a little “Afternoon Delight”?

Well, sure. The question is, which way do I try to get it in her?

maybe ill put it in her brownie.

Oh, that’s... that’s-that’s great. The guy who’s dirty dancing with his niece is going to tell the guy in the thirty-six hundred dollar suit how to run the business. Come on.

How do you think I feel? Bob Loblaw’s a handsome, professional man and I’m only used to... well, none of those things.

Now wait a minute. This is just purely a social call. You know, just two adults getting a stew on, man.

Here he comes. Here comes John Wayne. "I'm not going to cry about my Pa. I’m going to build an airport— put my name on it." Why, Michael? So you can fly away from your feelings?

Well, you certainly didn’t help my reputation as a ladies man with Jeff. But we’ll clear all that up in the spa when I get my facial.

Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over— an analyst and a therapist. The world’s first analrapist.

Well, yes, but I’m afraid I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run, if you will, so now I’m afraid I have something of a mess on my hands.

Oh, good. Have sex with this girl right now. Do it, go. Get in there. Have some sex with her right now. I didn’t think so. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I’d answer.

You know, Michael, if I may take off my acting pants for a moment and pull my analrapist stocking over my head, George Michael has been acting strange lately. I think he may have developed what we in the soft sciences refer to obsessive-compulsive disorder. Or the O.C. disorder.

Or the O.C. disorder.
Don't call it that.

Just forget it! I wanted to share my Pop Secret with you! Oh, but forget it!

Okay, Lindsay, are you forgetting that I was a professional twice over— an analyst and a therapist. The world’s first analrapist.

Rita corny Michael.

And that’s when Michael finally accepted that Rita wasn’t coming. And that local calls were $2.95 a minute.

Excuse me, do these effectively hide my thunder?

Hey, why don’t you pop a tent in front with your cousin Maeby?

Since you’re devastating people, go ahead and tell G.O.B. that I’ll be telling the cops that it was him in the truck. So he’ll be joining me here. I’ve got a nice hard cot with his name on it.

Since you’re devastating people, go ahead and tell G.O.B. that I’ll be telling the cops that it was him in the truck. So he’ll be joining me here. I’ve got a nice hard cot with his name on it.

You’d do that to your own brother?

I said Cot.

Speaking of mothers, let me give that oatmeal some brown sugar.

How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap?

[sobs] Whoever said vegetables were good for your heart?!

Well we're not here to talk nonsense with Bob Loblaw.

Although, perhaps I should call the “Hot Cops” and tell them to come up with something more nautically themed. Hot Sailors. Better yet, Hot Seam...

Although, perhaps I should call the “Hot Cops” and tell them to come up with something more nautically themed. Hot Sailors. Better yet, Hot Seam...

I like hot sailors.

I like hot sailors.

me too.

Sister's my new mother, mother.
And is it me or is she looking hotter.