My oldest son was born an albino.

My youngest is covered in hair.

The middle one says he's homosexual.

The other seven's gone.

I don't know where and I don't care.

I just don't care.

My turn.

Hey, hold on.

Hey, man, let me drive that thing.

Come on.

Don't you touch the tram.

All right, then, y'all bow your heads.

God almighty, we ask you to blast this.

Russell, kindly turn down to electronica.

God Almighty, we ask you to bless this feast that lie before us, and please allow these spent lottery tickets with their silver scratchery seasonings to nourish our bodies as they were unable to do the same to our wallets.

Lord, thank you for the untimely frost you sent what claimed our pointless banana orchards.

Oh, I was a fool to plant bananas on a mountain.

You made sure of that.

In short,

Thank you for nothing.