Sunday afternoon. Homer Simpson lay on his couch, watching football with a beer resting on his stomach."Marge, get me another beer."
"In a minute!"
As Marge opened the fridge to get an ice cold can of Duff, she looked behind here and saw Lisa reading a book called 'Marlfox'.
"Lisa, you're taking this reading thing too far. That's the eleventh book you've read this week! And it's only Sunday!"
"After I finish this, only three more books left, haha."
"Hoboy, here comes Mr. Officer."
Matthias pulled his heavily modified Ferrari 360 Modena over to the paved shoulder. The officer, a fat male squirrel, walked up to him as Matthias rolled down his window.
"Good evening, err, afternoon, no, it's morning. Good morn to you officer."
"Do you know how fast you were going?"
"About 210."
"220. What's your excuse?"
"Well, if you divide it by 4, I was doing the speed limit."
"Stay here, I'll get my automatic ticket writer."
Homer slept in Monday morning, knowing the power plant had mysteriously exploded the previous day.
"Good morning family." he said in a cheerful voice as he came downstairs for breakfast.
"Homer, the toaster's broken again!" Marge said.
"Let me fix this."
He went to his toolbox and got a screwdriver.
"Let's see..." he said as he took the screws out.
ZAP!
"In a minute!"
As Marge opened the fridge to get an ice cold can of Duff, she looked behind here and saw Lisa reading a book called 'Marlfox'.
"Lisa, you're taking this reading thing too far. That's the eleventh book you've read this week! And it's only Sunday!"
"After I finish this, only three more books left, haha."
"Hoboy, here comes Mr. Officer."
Matthias pulled his heavily modified Ferrari 360 Modena over to the paved shoulder. The officer, a fat male squirrel, walked up to him as Matthias rolled down his window.
"Good evening, err, afternoon, no, it's morning. Good morn to you officer."
"Do you know how fast you were going?"
"About 210."
"220. What's your excuse?"
"Well, if you divide it by 4, I was doing the speed limit."
"Stay here, I'll get my automatic ticket writer."
Homer slept in Monday morning, knowing the power plant had mysteriously exploded the previous day.
"Good morning family." he said in a cheerful voice as he came downstairs for breakfast.
"Homer, the toaster's broken again!" Marge said.
"Let me fix this."
He went to his toolbox and got a screwdriver.
"Let's see..." he said as he took the screws out.
ZAP!
