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| - :Hayley: After we ran out of money, Jeff suggested that we prostitute ourselves. At first, Jeff was saying he was only going to do women, but then... that wasn't working out. So, long story short, Jeff's on butt rest, and we moved to the desert.
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:Stan: That bathroom is amazing. A gold toilet? And I can't believe you have a servant just to wipe your butt.
:Rusty: Um, I don't...
:Stan: Oh, explains the attitude and why he did such a slapdash job.
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:Stan: You know what? For Thanksgiving this year, we're not going to have them coming here. We're going to their gross tepee in Crap-hole, Arizona. Then you'll see how good you've got it.
:Steve: What?!
:Stan: You heard me. And then, we're going to Four Corners where you'll get to see me break-dance in four states at once!
:Steve: Ah, man!
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:Stan: That's bright as fuck!
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:Francine: That's hot as fuck!
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:Stan: I'm glad that when my dad walked into that nightclub in Santa Fe, eyes damaged by the New Mexican sun, he bedded your Cherokee mother, having mistaken her for a person. I love you, bro.
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:Stan: Steve, show Glenn your new X-Cube. The X is for x-pensive.
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:Roger: Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! There's my favorite nephew. [Hands him gifts and whispers] Butterfly knife and a Hustler.
:Steve: Thanks, Uncle Kappy.
:Roger: I'm not Uncle Kappy just yet. I still have to get drunk.
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