And, you know, being a wanted and at-large felon.

Don't piss off The Chief!

That was one hundred and forty seven dollars worth of pudding, y'all!
Where did Bob get that kind of money?
Shh! Don't worry your pretty little head about it.

Can you name me a truck
That's two lanes wide,
Smells like a steak,
and seats 35?

In the long wrong?
That was part of the joke.

"I don't eat BUFFALO!"
-Jessica Simpson by way of Greg Proops

Uzbeki-beki-bekishame?

You are very kind and we were. Thank you.

In the dialog "Four Drunk Bro Assholes Show Up"?
[my own translation]

"I am gettin' too old to take a shit!"

I salute you, sir! And did you see that smile she gave him?
He's made a Friend For Life, there. ;-)

Mouth-breathing. Shitloads of it.

So, a complete absence of principles fogged with Elmer Gantry noise?

Robots and "outsourcing" (God, I hate that euphemism for "looking for countries with sweated labor") and "right to work" (fucking GAG) states are how these people were fucked, and THEY mostly voted for it, the dumb bastards. I stay angry about that.

"In the long wrong, we're all dead."
-John Maynard Keenes ;-)

I'd do that on general principles, after having to assemble their bastarding furniture, but there's no future in that.

Cows are fairly dense. That's why steak is chewy.

OOM!
[dyslexic cow]

So, drunk. Check!

Take it easy, Cheesy.