Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In the same room At the same time.

Yeah, well, Maybe next time

Thanks a lot, Miss howe.

Look at the legs On this babe!

Well, yeah. I was a pitcher

When i was pitching For the sox.

I never actually Had to hit anything.

But at least i have My dignity.

What are you Talking about?

Of peeling patients Off of my leather couch.

Sitting on his Little perch in a cage,

When the mercury Hits 95,

But we're both Better off Without it, sam.

You know, i can just picture Mr. Colcord

* Making your way In the world today *

Yes, he's all right.

It's been during Indian summer.

That, uh, you know, Cows only act like cows

Why would That be, wood?

Now, does that help You clear it up A little bit for you?

I wouldn't be human If it didn't bother me A little bit,

Ha! What's with The getup?

And don't think I'm not grateful.

No, really, And when you see him,

* Where everybody Knows your name *

America's little Stupid idiot nobody.

They continued On the next page Or what?

I sent woody out for it Hours ago.

Has anyone seen An afternoon paper?