“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the frequency with which ‘murder’ is talked about here."
“Delicious delicious murder.”
“Now I’m thinking of cow murder. Thanks a lot.”
“Why did you say that?”
“The saddest thing is when a baby cow asks his mom what he can grow up to be. She says he can be anything he wants, as long as it’s a hamburger pattie.”
“Is it unused baby shoes? That’s my bet.”
“No, but I bet you’re about to tell us.”
“Do you know what the saddest thing in the world is?”
“Wait, does this guitar have 5 strings or 7?”
Rock on.
"I kept those teeth too."
“It’s true. In a bar in Boise some guy lost his front teeth.”
“I have a tambourine and I’m not afraid to punch your face in with it.”
That’s right. We’ve begun the artsy portion of today’s program
“I hate it when she sings that ‘No Vaccines for Vicky’ song. Such a downer.”