Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That, as I said, keeps you in pretty dresses like that one.
"The cow is of the bovine ilk
Here's your julep, Holloway. Let's talk propane.
The noted poet Ogden Nash wrote his poem, The Cow.
You know those Boston types.
And then, one day, my Uncle Fess lost his in a tornado.
All you can eat.
How versatile is propane?
And can I have ones, you know...
What'll you have, Hank? Salesman special?
You can count on me, sir.
Soon, I'll have enough to stay home with my granddaughter and her baby.
How could Mom get pregnant with me if you spent the '80s...
Yeah, I know the place. That's in Tax-achusetts, ain't it?