Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Until i hang This old baby up.

To fill the gap Through their lives.

And a handmade Lava-rock fire pit In the back.

"Dr. Crane: nothing."

Where's sammy And diane?

And every Couple of years,

Hi. Please to meet you.

It's in there Someplace.

You know, that was Great, kids.

We've passed Out the presents.

It would be Lillian's tears.

Come on, everybody, Please, out.

And i think A happy thought.

We're just going As far as the bus stop.

Uh, i hate to be A buttinsky here,

I think it's time To take you up On that offer

Uh, hello. Hello.

Uh, maybe somebody else Ought to do that.

Just to make A three-day weekend.

We'll call the millers And all their children,

You got to work up To that.

Maybe You're right, sam.

Not now, woody.

Driving fast at 50 Miles an hour

May i remind you That we're going To disneyworld

To be been intimate In our own home yet.

What are we supposed to do Until december?

And hit his head On the mantle.

* Let it snow, Let it snow, let it snow *

Thank god you talked me Into this. Oh!

No, i mean We'll do it now.

And as luck would have it,

I can never Look at this

Guess again, Sweetie.