Continued....

What in Sam hell is a Puma?

Uhh, You mean like the shoe company?

No, like a Puma. It's a big cat. Like a lion.

You're making that up.

I'm telling you, it's a real animal!

Simmons, I want you to poison Grif's next meal.

Yes SIR!

Look, see these two towhooks? They look like tusks. And what kind of animal has tusks?

A walrus.

Didn't I just tell you to stop making up animals!!!

 

 

I'll bring 'em to Vegas, James...

 

"Oh my God, I can't beleive Caboose is smart enough to drive this thing and I'm not!"
"Sheila, how the *censored* do I slow you down?"
"Retard the throttle!"
"What throttle, this throttle?"
"Retard the controller!"
"You mean this thing?"
"What are you talking about, I'm so confused!"
"The controller retard!"
"Hey, that's kind of insulting..."
"Retard..."
"Retard..."
"Retard..."
"Retard..."
"Oh, come on, now you're just being mean"
"Retard..."
"Retard..."
[...]
"Retard..."

 

I had a fraternity brother named Tommy Tucker who could out beer chug anyone on the planet. He liked to get shitfaced and take off all his clothes in bars. Bartenders tended to get a little upset with him.

 

I love when Sheila goes "Now that you've mastered driving..." and they show the tank stuck on the rock.

 

Searg: Can you put that in a Memo and entitled "shit I already know." Now get on the horn to command

 

I need to work on an RvB drinking game

 

Say that again.