Homer Simpson: Do you want to change your name to Homer, Jr.? The kids can call you Hoju!
The past few years, my buddy would set up a few disc golf baskets around his property, and we would play HoJu Links. It was awesome.
Trying is the first step to failure.
et me tell you about another so-called ``wicked’’ guy. He had long hair and some wild ideas. He didn’t always do what other people thought was right. And that man’s name was… I forget. But the point is… I forget that, too. Marge, you know what I’m talking about. He used to drive that blue car?
An underrated genius, to be sure…
Didn’t get a chance to read it all but,
From the missionary episode.
Marge “you’re not licking toads again are you Homer?”
Homer “I’m not not licking toads”
(also the pink floyd “Hello, hello, is there anybody. . .” by marge is classic.)
From (I think) lisa saxamaphone episode
Homer into baby monitor “Baby to Marge, Baby to Marge, Waaaa”
Aw, Marge, this is so depressing, my only hope is this homemade Prozac.
Mmm, needs more ice cream.
Reading Mr. Burns his messages:
You have 30 minutes to move your car.
You have 10 minutes.
Your car has been impounded.
Your car has been crushed into a cube.
You have 30 minutes to move your cube.
^ That is one of my all time favorite simpsons moments.
^ And then the phone rings and Homer answers and Mr. Burns says,“Is it about my cube?”
That made me laugh even harder.
[forced British accent] What advantages does this motor car have over, say, a train – which I could also afford?
I like the way Snrub thinks.
Marge: The plant called and said if you don’t come in tomorrow, don’t bother coming in Monday.
Homer: Woo-hoo! Four-day weekend!
Dang. Bumping 2 old, very different, threads with completely appropriate and connected posts. I think that raises you to forum mastery status.
you noticed!!!I can’t see most of snrub’s (ghost) posts.
Also, Homer: I can’t live the buttoned down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles! Sure, I might offend a few of the blue-noses with my cocky stride and musky odor - oh, I’ll never be the darling of the so-called ‘City Fathers’ who cluck their tongues, stroke their beards, and talk about what’s to be done with this Homer Simpson?
mmm… 64 slices of american cheese.
