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lets get the ball rolling :
Marge : "Homer, are illegally producing alcohol in our basement and selling it to local watering holes??"
Homer : "I'm not gonna lie to you marge ........ well, see you later"
*Homer gasps very loudly*
*Then without hesitation burps all the air back out very loudly*
I love doing that at lunch now.
Homer: Hey, I said I was sorry.
Mafia guy #1: Oh, he said he was sorry.
Mafia guy #2: Should we let him go then?
Mafia guy #1: Yeah.
Homer: Hah, only kidding. Suckers!
And then they start to shoot him again.
"There is no suitable emoticon to explain what I am experiencing right now."
He's a genius.
Homer : "Now, I wouldn't be much of a father if I didn't discipline you boy. But if it makes you feel any better, when I was a boy, there was a toy I wanted more than anything in the world, and my mum and dad wouldn't let me have it. So I held my breath for as long as I could, until I turned blue and passed out. I bashed my head on the coffee table, the doctor said I might have damaged my brain"
Bart : "Where are you going with this story, dad?"
Homer : "I like stories"
> Burns: Some men hunt for sport,
> Others hunt for food,
> The only thing I'm hunting for,
> Is an outfit that looks good...
>
> See my vest, see my vest,
> Made from real gorilla chest,
> Feel this sweater, there's no better,
> Than authentic Irish setter.
>
> See this hat, 'twas my cat,
> My evening wear - vampire bat,
> These white slippers are albino
> African endangered rhino.
>
> Grizzly bear underwear,
> Turtles' necks, I've got my share,
> Beret of poodle, on my noodle
> It shall rest,
>
> Try my red robin suit,
> It comes one breast or two,
> See my vest, see my vest,
> See my vest.
>
> Like my loafers? Former gophers -
> It was that or skin my chauffeurs,
> But a greyhound fur tuxedo
> Would be best,
>
> So let's prepare these dogs,
> Mrs. Potts: Kill two for matching clogs,
> Burns: See my vest, see my vest,
> Oh please, won't you see my vest
Burns: I *really* like the vest
Smithers: I gathered that sir.
Homer: Dont worry boy *Throws meat into the air, the dog catches it and seamlessly continues running" RUN BOY, HE'S GOT A TASTE FOR MEAT NOW!
Classic, made me laugh till it hurt!
Otto: Tax return? I thought this was the queue for Metallica!
Homer : "Yeah, count me in, I've had it with these damn rickets"