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Twixt the mules and the hogs, you ain't gonna have none left.
Oh, he's a rotten hog-slappin' kid.
That's right, Jethro.
Scramsie-Whamsie, are you firedsie-wiredsie?
Old Grump Grump's here.
Well, there's this big sack of sweet rolls in the back seat of your car.
The Klamath would spot you in an instant.
Look!
That's right, Mr. Clampett.
Homer does come by it honest.
Well, come on out to the kitchen.
I'd be mighty proud to, ma'am.
Sorry to have to leave, but our next-door neighbor, Mr. Drydale, is looking after our place, and he's feeding Ellie's critter, and I think he's got his hands full.
Excuse me, Mr. Drysdale.
Shooed him out of McCormick just today.
Yes, he used to be, but he's given that up to return to his first love, Farman.
See, I told you.
He was here at 5.30 this morning with his chin hanging down to here because you was leaving.
Well, that's funny.
Yeah, go back to your possum.
Wake up!
I changed my name to Dash Riprock.
You're rotten, Homer.
Come on, we've got to find a country boy.
Say, Ellie Mae, I think Ebb is waiting in the back room to tell you goodbye.
Homer Littleman is a rotten kid.
Well, hold on, Granny.
I'll be right up.
Where are you going?
He wants to be my sweetheart.