And Some Grass Please
I love you man.

Sure. Where's the wine?

No wine, PIE!

Just say goodbye already!

Goodbye. *shoots him*

Not until I get my wine...

PIE!

*poodles run through*

It's a madhouse! A MADHOUSE!

Who invited Charlton Heston?

Wipe your feet on the way out...

On Charlton Heston?

Pie. *cries*

You big baby. *gulps wine*

Goodbye all!

The moon is singing out my name... *walks transfixed into the sky*

Dun-dun-dun-dun!

YAH! *falls through floor*

Lillies?

For that guy?

Yup.

Okay...

*muskrats eat lillies and leave*

I LOVE THE SMELL OF NAPALM IN THE MORNING!

*bombs fall on house*

Aww, is the party over?

Pie?

WILL YOU PEOPLE JUST LEAVE ALREADY?

Why are you shouting?

Four people. One Porti-potty. Find out what happens next week…

I hate to be continueds. *shoots television*

*jumps through ceiling* DAMN!

*belches* All in a day’s work. *shoulders rifle*

BOMBS! GUNS!

And a beautiful woman in a tutu.

In your dreams.

Or that bedroom…

That’s a poodle!

GET CHARLTON HESTON OUTTA HERE!!!

Schitzo… *gulps wine*

Piepiepiepiepiepiepie!

Moonlight and marigolds softly awaken-

*shoots her*

Now we’re out a poet for the evening discertation…

*belches alphabet*

I can balance donuts on several different parts of my anatomy…

PIE!

*gets slapped*

It’s a talent!

Oh dear lord…

Is it???

Naw… just Jenkins.

Britney Spear’s boob job! *gasp*

No gossiping without E!

He shot the TV. *gets shot*

The poodles ate my girlfriend’s flowers!

And a very nice prada bag.

No diet soda? *cries*

SUPERMAN RETURNS IN CARS!!!

Super…cars?

I need a mental health day.

Yup.

Or a strong drink.

Yup.

I can help you in that department…

But I don’t need a nose job or a celery slicer.

I’ll slice YOU! *chases*

You knocked over my alien!

Kryptonian?

*slaps*

*whines* But I don’ wanna…

Blank space… blank space!

Walls closing in?

Only if there’s a frog.

But I want that drink!

Damn poodle won’t stay still… *aims gun*

*sigh*

Did anyone bring the Bible videos?

He shot our poet.

In a hoveround?

Crusin’ down the hiiiighwaaayyy…

Cruise your ass out that door!

*gulps wine*

Gimme some of that!

SWAMP GAS!!!

Yip!

Yup.

Told you to leave…

*shoots at swamp gas*

*death*
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