I can't even afford to be an elf.
[loud talking]
I had 2-- 2 containers of k-rations,
And then I had spam.
I had spam till it was coming out of my ears.
Clark sr.: Oh, bullshit.
Aren't you having any breakfast?
I'm not in the mood.
What are you looking at?
Oh, the silent majesty of a winter's morn,
The clean, cool chill of the holiday air,
And an asshole in his bathrobe
Emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer.
Shitter was full!
Ah, yeah. You checked our shitters, honey?