overtime er bust

I’m really not ignoring you.

Big Brother (ie my employer) is the organ grinder to my dancing monkey in red suspenders. I’m working on a SUPER SPECIAL SECRET TEAM where there is no internet, no email, no cell phones of love, no fun. I check up on breaks every few hours, and I hope to be back and black and in full force soon. Til then……

elle

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Burns: Beatles, eh?
Homer: “Locked, eh?”
Burns: Desperate, eh?
Homer: Plants, eh?
Homer: Grooming him, eh?
Homer: Chlorine, eh?
Homer: Stonecutters, eh?
Bart: A conspiracy, eh?
Homer: Chauffeur’s license, eh?
Bart: Strike, eh?
Homer: Stupidity, eh?
Homer: Rhetorical, eh?
Homer: No tongue, eh?
Troy: A baby, eh?
Homer: Owls, eh?
Grampa: Gibberish, eh?
Homer: Tired, eh?
Homer: Five-alarm chili, eh?
Homer: Telemarketing, eh?
Homer: A swinging bachelor, eh?
Homer: No attitude, eh?
Rex: Pet shop, eh?
Homer: Hokkaido, eh?
Homer: Design your own power plant, eh?
Homer: Gods, eh?
Homer: A buck, eh?
Homer: Internet, eh?
Homer: Scratch, eh?
Homer: Maude, eh?
Marge: Internet, eh?
Bart: Danger, eh?
Homer: Helper monkey, eh?
Homer: Closed, eh?
Homer: So now it’s “we,” eh?
Homer: Crap, eh?
Mark: “Star Wars,” eh?
Homer: Seven, eh?
Homer: “Killer umbrellas, eh?”
Homer: “Addictive, eh?”
Mr. Burns: “Charity, eh?”
Homer: “Easy answer, eh?”

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