Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That ain't a massage chair. It's just full of cockroaches.
How many others do you have?
Ah, like a real writer. Outstanding, Moe!
Aww that's sweet I hate sweet
Before Moe reads his keynote poem, I would like to stake my claim
Birthdays never meant squat to me.
Hah!
So if you could turn these into one of those
"Howling at a Concrete Moon."
I guess I just wasn't meant to be happy...
Heh, suddenly, this is my best birthday ever.
Sir!
who's filling in for luana wikira? yadwiga osada.
How come you wanna do a report on me?
1876 was the price I paid for gas once.
The next time I saw Hitler, we had dinner and laughed about it.
And also, guess what, it was me."
Hey, hey, hey.
I've never been happier.
I can finally win a gold medal.
I'm gonna send Moe's poem to American Poetry Perspectives.
Kill Hitler day?
I can't believe it!