I brought Steve Wynkowski a platter of my gut buster brownies as a housewarming gift. The little weak-kneed sissy girl couldn't even choke down one bite before choking and falling down. I was so disgusted that I stole his grill and all his silverware. And his kids. But I brought them back an hour later because all they could do is sit around and drool.

PS: His wife looks like roadkill.

"ONE BOWL OF MANSAUCE, COMING RIGHT UP!"

GREASY LOU: "Oh, they're playing our song."

HOBO: "What song is that?"

GREASY LOU: "It doesn't matter, just hold me, you handsome devil."

Hahahaha, SORRY!!!

Yeah, they're fantastic to paint my garage with. Nice hat, Esmerelda.

Jesus, what is it, mutants get in free night at the hick club? Actually, on closer inspection, that seems to be the grinning specter of death staring at me. My mistake.