putitinh | withblackjackandhookers
three-hundred hectares on a single tank of kerosene.
Oj. Morphine. Lobo.
Ralph: Mr. Simpson, the tar fumes are making me dizzy.
Homer: Yeah, they’ll do that.
It’s drinking the water!
I love you Homie. Mmmmm. Heheheh, I don’t need her at all anymore.
Smithers: Each two man team will work its way through the wilderness to a cabin hidden somewhere on this mountain. The routes are treacherous so use your maps.
Homer: (with hand raised) Uh, I lost my map.
Smithers: You haven’t been issued a map yet.
Don’t forget to check out the galley. That’s real shag carpeting. Arr!
It’s a good thing you drifted by this brothel!