Hey YOU!

[Richter]

At your level running for congress is the only decent way to hide you shame.

Richter, what did I ever do to your family?

We have precedent for this sort of thing, you know.

Well, okay, but only if BGP will run my campaign.  Otherwise, I'm on the lam, and I'll take my chances like John Dillinger did.

We're grooming GIGGLES for your eventual VEEP, if you hadn't guessed already.

Oh, outstanding.  Can you IMAGINE him attending the funerals of foreign heads of state?

If we had him installed in time for Kim Jung Il, they'd have gone cremation out of self defense.

You'd just have to look somber, respectful, and mention, "Sorry, we forgot to have him drained this week."

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Hey there! Wait, what? Wait a minute, wait a minute. These puppies are hardly concealed! I mean, this tube top is so thin you can see my nipples saluting that strange lump in your pants. And as for the rest of my gear, well. I got a permit right here. See? Across my ass? Where it says "Juicy" ? That right there is my permit. I paid twice as much for these pants as I would have for a pair that didn't have the pretty pink letters across the ass. It's an advertisement. A warning. A notice, if you will, of intent.

That's right, motherfucker. You can't send me to jail. I'm a walking neon sign for my genitals. You're just pissed because you can't look away. Want to see my tattoo? It's an arrow pointing down my ass-crack. It's the Mystic Chinese Symbol for "Thank You, Come Again."

No cop in the world will arrest me. But you, on the other hand, don't seem to have taken the proper precautions like I have. Tsk tsk, mister. Where's your fashion sense?

[Richter]

Hey there! Wait, what? Wait a minute, wait a minute. These puppies are hardly concealed! I mean, this tube top is so thin you can see my nipples saluting that strange lump in your pants. And as for the rest of my gear, well. I got a permit right here. See? Across my ass? Where it says "Juicy" ? That right there is my permit. I paid twice as much for these pants as I would have for a pair that didn't have the pretty pink letters across the ass. It's an advertisement. A warning. A notice, if you will, of intent.

That's right, motherfucker. You can't send me to jail. I'm a walking neon sign for my genitals. You're just pissed because you can't look away. Want to see my tattoo? It's an arrow pointing down my ass-crack. It's the Mystic Chinese Symbol for "Thank You, Come Again."

No cop in the world will arrest me. But you, on the other hand, don't seem to have taken the proper precautions like I have. Tsk tsk, mister. Where's your fashion sense?

Indecent exposure, pleads guilty.  15 years watching CNN.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Hey there! Wait, what? Wait a minute, wait a minute. These puppies are hardly concealed! I mean, this tube top is so thin you can see my nipples saluting that strange lump in your pants. And as for the rest of my gear, well. I got a permit right here. See? Across my ass? Where it says "Juicy" ? That right there is my permit. I paid twice as much for these pants as I would have for a pair that didn't have the pretty pink letters across the ass. It's an advertisement. A warning. A notice, if you will, of intent.

That's right, motherfucker. You can't send me to jail. I'm a walking neon sign for my genitals. You're just pissed because you can't look away. Want to see my tattoo? It's an arrow pointing down my ass-crack. It's the Mystic Chinese Symbol for "Thank You, Come Again."

No cop in the world will arrest me. But you, on the other hand, don't seem to have taken the proper precautions like I have. Tsk tsk, mister. Where's your fashion sense?

Indecent exposure, pleads guilty.  15 years watching CNN.

LOL. The last person I saw actually wearing a tube top couldn't have spelled 'CNN' much less watched it. Not without a translator fluent in white-trash-ese. She wore Juicy capri sweats, broken flip-flops fixed with duct tape, and spit her gum out into the soda fountain drip pan instead of the trash can right next to it.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Hey there! Wait, what? Wait a minute, wait a minute. These puppies are hardly concealed! I mean, this tube top is so thin you can see my nipples saluting that strange lump in your pants. And as for the rest of my gear, well. I got a permit right here. See? Across my ass? Where it says "Juicy" ? That right there is my permit. I paid twice as much for these pants as I would have for a pair that didn't have the pretty pink letters across the ass. It's an advertisement. A warning. A notice, if you will, of intent.

That's right, motherfucker. You can't send me to jail. I'm a walking neon sign for my genitals. You're just pissed because you can't look away. Want to see my tattoo? It's an arrow pointing down my ass-crack. It's the Mystic Chinese Symbol for "Thank You, Come Again."

No cop in the world will arrest me. But you, on the other hand, don't seem to have taken the proper precautions like I have. Tsk tsk, mister. Where's your fashion sense?

Indecent exposure, pleads guilty.  15 years watching CNN.

LOL. The last person I saw actually wearing a tube top couldn't have spelled 'CNN' much less watched it. Not without a translator fluent in white-trash-ese. She wore Juicy capri sweats, broken flip-flops fixed with duct tape, and spit her gum out into the soda fountain drip pan instead of the trash can right next to it.

I lubs me the South.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Hey there! Wait, what? Wait a minute, wait a minute. These puppies are hardly concealed! I mean, this tube top is so thin you can see my nipples saluting that strange lump in your pants. And as for the rest of my gear, well. I got a permit right here. See? Across my ass? Where it says "Juicy" ? That right there is my permit. I paid twice as much for these pants as I would have for a pair that didn't have the pretty pink letters across the ass. It's an advertisement. A warning. A notice, if you will, of intent.

That's right, motherfucker. You can't send me to jail. I'm a walking neon sign for my genitals. You're just pissed because you can't look away. Want to see my tattoo? It's an arrow pointing down my ass-crack. It's the Mystic Chinese Symbol for "Thank You, Come Again."

No cop in the world will arrest me. But you, on the other hand, don't seem to have taken the proper precautions like I have. Tsk tsk, mister. Where's your fashion sense?

Indecent exposure, pleads guilty.  15 years watching CNN.

LOL. The last person I saw actually wearing a tube top couldn't have spelled 'CNN' much less watched it. Not without a translator fluent in white-trash-ese. She wore Juicy capri sweats, broken flip-flops fixed with duct tape, and spit her gum out into the soda fountain drip pan instead of the trash can right next to it.

I lubs me the South.

I'm not gonna lie. It scares me sometimes. Especially when they come in with their bedazzled blue-jean vests and extra-tight jeans and want to know why they can't get a roasted chicken or a Philly Cheesesteak sammich with their EBT cards. I tried explaining it and the response I got was "WELL, WAH! So what if it's extra work. I should be able to go to a restaurant and pay for my meal with welfare. What's wrong with that?!?!?! Y'all are just lazy."

[Luna]

Hey there! Wait, what? Wait a minute, wait a minute. These puppies are hardly concealed! I mean, this tube top is so thin you can see my nipples saluting that strange lump in your pants. And as for the rest of my gear, well. I got a permit right here. See? Across my ass? Where it says "Juicy" ? That right there is my permit. I paid twice as much for these pants as I would have for a pair that didn't have the pretty pink letters across the ass. It's an advertisement. A warning. A notice, if you will, of intent.

That's right, motherfucker. You can't send me to jail. I'm a walking neon sign for my genitals. You're just pissed because you can't look away. Want to see my tattoo? It's an arrow pointing down my ass-crack. It's the Mystic Chinese Symbol for "Thank You, Come Again."

No cop in the world will arrest me. But you, on the other hand, don't seem to have taken the proper precautions like I have. Tsk tsk, mister. Where's your fashion sense?

Indecent exposure, pleads guilty.  15 years watching CNN.

LOL. The last person I saw actually wearing a tube top couldn't have spelled 'CNN' much less watched it. Not without a translator fluent in white-trash-ese. She wore Juicy capri sweats, broken flip-flops fixed with duct tape, and spit her gum out into the soda fountain drip pan instead of the trash can right next to it.

I lubs me the South.

I'm not gonna lie. It scares me sometimes. Especially when they come in with their bedazzled blue-jean vests and extra-tight jeans and want to know why they can't get a roasted chicken or a Philly Cheesesteak sammich with their EBT cards. I tried explaining it and the response I got was "WELL, WAH! So what if it's extra work. I should be able to go to a restaurant and pay for my meal with welfare. What's wrong with that?!?!?! Y'all are just lazy."

I wish I could say the South is contained in the South... but we get that shit up here, too.

Please come, collect it, and take it back home, we do not want.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Hey there! Wait, what? Wait a minute, wait a minute. These puppies are hardly concealed! I mean, this tube top is so thin you can see my nipples saluting that strange lump in your pants. And as for the rest of my gear, well. I got a permit right here. See? Across my ass? Where it says "Juicy" ? That right there is my permit. I paid twice as much for these pants as I would have for a pair that didn't have the pretty pink letters across the ass. It's an advertisement. A warning. A notice, if you will, of intent.

That's right, motherfucker. You can't send me to jail. I'm a walking neon sign for my genitals. You're just pissed because you can't look away. Want to see my tattoo? It's an arrow pointing down my ass-crack. It's the Mystic Chinese Symbol for "Thank You, Come Again."

No cop in the world will arrest me. But you, on the other hand, don't seem to have taken the proper precautions like I have. Tsk tsk, mister. Where's your fashion sense?

Indecent exposure, pleads guilty.  15 years watching CNN.

LOL. The last person I saw actually wearing a tube top couldn't have spelled 'CNN' much less watched it. Not without a translator fluent in white-trash-ese. She wore Juicy capri sweats, broken flip-flops fixed with duct tape, and spit her gum out into the soda fountain drip pan instead of the trash can right next to it.

I lubs me the South.

I'm not gonna lie. It scares me sometimes. Especially when they come in with their bedazzled blue-jean vests and extra-tight jeans and want to know why they can't get a roasted chicken or a Philly Cheesesteak sammich with their EBT cards. I tried explaining it and the response I got was "WELL, WAH! So what if it's extra work. I should be able to go to a restaurant and pay for my meal with welfare. What's wrong with that?!?!?! Y'all are just lazy."

I wish I could say the South is contained in the South... but we get that shit up here, too.

Please come, collect it, and take it back home, we do not want.

Fuuuuuck that. I'm from PA. As soon as you all deport my family down here to GA in a timely fashion, I'll take over the farmstead and run it proper instead of like a bunch of inbred hicks. But they're still trying to get me to come home and quit whoring around with my cult to marry the pig-farmer next door. Who ran off and joined the rodeo when I wouldn't marry him. But apparently he's back now.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Hey there! Wait, what? Wait a minute, wait a minute. These puppies are hardly concealed! I mean, this tube top is so thin you can see my nipples saluting that strange lump in your pants. And as for the rest of my gear, well. I got a permit right here. See? Across my ass? Where it says "Juicy" ? That right there is my permit. I paid twice as much for these pants as I would have for a pair that didn't have the pretty pink letters across the ass. It's an advertisement. A warning. A notice, if you will, of intent.

That's right, motherfucker. You can't send me to jail. I'm a walking neon sign for my genitals. You're just pissed because you can't look away. Want to see my tattoo? It's an arrow pointing down my ass-crack. It's the Mystic Chinese Symbol for "Thank You, Come Again."

No cop in the world will arrest me. But you, on the other hand, don't seem to have taken the proper precautions like I have. Tsk tsk, mister. Where's your fashion sense?

Indecent exposure, pleads guilty.  15 years watching CNN.

LOL. The last person I saw actually wearing a tube top couldn't have spelled 'CNN' much less watched it. Not without a translator fluent in white-trash-ese. She wore Juicy capri sweats, broken flip-flops fixed with duct tape, and spit her gum out into the soda fountain drip pan instead of the trash can right next to it.

I lubs me the South.

I'm not gonna lie. It scares me sometimes. Especially when they come in with their bedazzled blue-jean vests and extra-tight jeans and want to know why they can't get a roasted chicken or a Philly Cheesesteak sammich with their EBT cards. I tried explaining it and the response I got was "WELL, WAH! So what if it's extra work. I should be able to go to a restaurant and pay for my meal with welfare. What's wrong with that?!?!?! Y'all are just lazy."

I wish I could say the South is contained in the South... but we get that shit up here, too.

Please come, collect it, and take it back home, we do not want.

Fuuuuuck that. I'm from PA. As soon as you all deport my family down here to GA in a timely fashion, I'll take over the farmstead and run it proper instead of like a bunch of inbred hicks. But they're still trying to get me to come home and quit whoring around with my cult to marry the pig-farmer next door. Who ran off and joined the rodeo when I wouldn't marry him. But apparently he's back now.

Good Lord, woman!  Run while you still have legs!

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Hey there! Wait, what? Wait a minute, wait a minute. These puppies are hardly concealed! I mean, this tube top is so thin you can see my nipples saluting that strange lump in your pants. And as for the rest of my gear, well. I got a permit right here. See? Across my ass? Where it says "Juicy" ? That right there is my permit. I paid twice as much for these pants as I would have for a pair that didn't have the pretty pink letters across the ass. It's an advertisement. A warning. A notice, if you will, of intent.

That's right, motherfucker. You can't send me to jail. I'm a walking neon sign for my genitals. You're just pissed because you can't look away. Want to see my tattoo? It's an arrow pointing down my ass-crack. It's the Mystic Chinese Symbol for "Thank You, Come Again."

No cop in the world will arrest me. But you, on the other hand, don't seem to have taken the proper precautions like I have. Tsk tsk, mister. Where's your fashion sense?

Indecent exposure, pleads guilty.  15 years watching CNN.

LOL. The last person I saw actually wearing a tube top couldn't have spelled 'CNN' much less watched it. Not without a translator fluent in white-trash-ese. She wore Juicy capri sweats, broken flip-flops fixed with duct tape, and spit her gum out into the soda fountain drip pan instead of the trash can right next to it.

I lubs me the South.

I'm not gonna lie. It scares me sometimes. Especially when they come in with their bedazzled blue-jean vests and extra-tight jeans and want to know why they can't get a roasted chicken or a Philly Cheesesteak sammich with their EBT cards. I tried explaining it and the response I got was "WELL, WAH! So what if it's extra work. I should be able to go to a restaurant and pay for my meal with welfare. What's wrong with that?!?!?! Y'all are just lazy."

I wish I could say the South is contained in the South... but we get that shit up here, too.

Please come, collect it, and take it back home, we do not want.

Fuuuuuck that. I'm from PA. As soon as you all deport my family down here to GA in a timely fashion, I'll take over the farmstead and run it proper instead of like a bunch of inbred hicks. But they're still trying to get me to come home and quit whoring around with my cult to marry the pig-farmer next door. Who ran off and joined the rodeo when I wouldn't marry him. But apparently he's back now.

Good Lord, woman!  Run while you still have legs!

I'll give 'em Tuscon as my fowarding address when I leave for Canada. Merry Christmas!

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Hey there! Wait, what? Wait a minute, wait a minute. These puppies are hardly concealed! I mean, this tube top is so thin you can see my nipples saluting that strange lump in your pants. And as for the rest of my gear, well. I got a permit right here. See? Across my ass? Where it says "Juicy" ? That right there is my permit. I paid twice as much for these pants as I would have for a pair that didn't have the pretty pink letters across the ass. It's an advertisement. A warning. A notice, if you will, of intent.

That's right, motherfucker. You can't send me to jail. I'm a walking neon sign for my genitals. You're just pissed because you can't look away. Want to see my tattoo? It's an arrow pointing down my ass-crack. It's the Mystic Chinese Symbol for "Thank You, Come Again."

No cop in the world will arrest me. But you, on the other hand, don't seem to have taken the proper precautions like I have. Tsk tsk, mister. Where's your fashion sense?

Indecent exposure, pleads guilty.  15 years watching CNN.

LOL. The last person I saw actually wearing a tube top couldn't have spelled 'CNN' much less watched it. Not without a translator fluent in white-trash-ese. She wore Juicy capri sweats, broken flip-flops fixed with duct tape, and spit her gum out into the soda fountain drip pan instead of the trash can right next to it.

I lubs me the South.

I'm not gonna lie. It scares me sometimes. Especially when they come in with their bedazzled blue-jean vests and extra-tight jeans and want to know why they can't get a roasted chicken or a Philly Cheesesteak sammich with their EBT cards. I tried explaining it and the response I got was "WELL, WAH! So what if it's extra work. I should be able to go to a restaurant and pay for my meal with welfare. What's wrong with that?!?!?! Y'all are just lazy."

I wish I could say the South is contained in the South... but we get that shit up here, too.

Please come, collect it, and take it back home, we do not want.

Fuuuuuck that. I'm from PA. As soon as you all deport my family down here to GA in a timely fashion, I'll take over the farmstead and run it proper instead of like a bunch of inbred hicks. But they're still trying to get me to come home and quit whoring around with my cult to marry the pig-farmer next door. Who ran off and joined the rodeo when I wouldn't marry him. But apparently he's back now.

Good Lord, woman!  Run while you still have legs!

I'll give 'em Tuscon as my fowarding address when I leave for Canada. Merry Christmas!

Go ahead.  We have uses for po'buckers. 

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Hey there! Wait, what? Wait a minute, wait a minute. These puppies are hardly concealed! I mean, this tube top is so thin you can see my nipples saluting that strange lump in your pants. And as for the rest of my gear, well. I got a permit right here. See? Across my ass? Where it says "Juicy" ? That right there is my permit. I paid twice as much for these pants as I would have for a pair that didn't have the pretty pink letters across the ass. It's an advertisement. A warning. A notice, if you will, of intent.

That's right, motherfucker. You can't send me to jail. I'm a walking neon sign for my genitals. You're just pissed because you can't look away. Want to see my tattoo? It's an arrow pointing down my ass-crack. It's the Mystic Chinese Symbol for "Thank You, Come Again."

No cop in the world will arrest me. But you, on the other hand, don't seem to have taken the proper precautions like I have. Tsk tsk, mister. Where's your fashion sense?

Indecent exposure, pleads guilty.  15 years watching CNN.

LOL. The last person I saw actually wearing a tube top couldn't have spelled 'CNN' much less watched it. Not without a translator fluent in white-trash-ese. She wore Juicy capri sweats, broken flip-flops fixed with duct tape, and spit her gum out into the soda fountain drip pan instead of the trash can right next to it.

I lubs me the South.

I'm not gonna lie. It scares me sometimes. Especially when they come in with their bedazzled blue-jean vests and extra-tight jeans and want to know why they can't get a roasted chicken or a Philly Cheesesteak sammich with their EBT cards. I tried explaining it and the response I got was "WELL, WAH! So what if it's extra work. I should be able to go to a restaurant and pay for my meal with welfare. What's wrong with that?!?!?! Y'all are just lazy."

I wish I could say the South is contained in the South... but we get that shit up here, too.

Please come, collect it, and take it back home, we do not want.

Fuuuuuck that. I'm from PA. As soon as you all deport my family down here to GA in a timely fashion, I'll take over the farmstead and run it proper instead of like a bunch of inbred hicks. But they're still trying to get me to come home and quit whoring around with my cult to marry the pig-farmer next door. Who ran off and joined the rodeo when I wouldn't marry him. But apparently he's back now.

Good Lord, woman!  Run while you still have legs!

I'll give 'em Tuscon as my fowarding address when I leave for Canada. Merry Christmas!

Go ahead.  We have uses for po'buckers.

If you use them for fertilizer, I think that would have a certain symmetry to it. Or Richter could arrest 'em for concealing their genitals and use 'em for taser practice. I'm flexible.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

If you use them for fertilizer, I think that would have a certain symmetry to it.

No, our soil is already fucked.  No sense making things worse.  No, I'm talking about the year-end culling.  It's quite a tradition, but I fear we may have over-hunted our local supply.  It's like The Hills Have Eyes, only it's the po'buckers that take it in the neck.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

If you use them for fertilizer, I think that would have a certain symmetry to it.

No, our soil is already fucked.  No sense making things worse.  No, I'm talking about the year-end culling.  It's quite a tradition, but I fear we may have over-hunted our local supply.  It's like The Hills Have Eyes, only it's the po'buckers that take it in the neck.

Might I suggest going on safari in NW PA? It's quite scenic and there's no end of fair game.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

If you use them for fertilizer, I think that would have a certain symmetry to it.

No, our soil is already fucked.  No sense making things worse.  No, I'm talking about the year-end culling.  It's quite a tradition, but I fear we may have over-hunted our local supply.  It's like The Hills Have Eyes, only it's the po'buckers that take it in the neck.

Might I suggest going on safari in NW PA? It's quite scenic and there's no end of fair game.

It wouldn't work.  The terrain is all wrong, and you have no javelinas there.