It's the end of summer and bugs are everywhere !

Can’t you people solve these problems yourselves? I mean, we can’t be ‘policing’ the whole city

I have misplaced my pants.

We paid for blood!

A poem, by Hans Moleman. I think that I shall never see, my cataracts are blinding me.

Do you think Homer was hurt Marge got a court order to stop him planning the wedding?

That's right! I married that chick.

D'oh, d'oh, d'oh.

Üter is named Üter, cause üter can be writen as euter, the german word for udder

Welcome to my website, why don't you visit more often?

So long, Lis. I'm gonna stowaway underwater and go where the pool goes. Have a good life.