You're welcome anytime, though my country may no longer exist. Just head north. There's a pine marten named Rolf who can bring you—he often acts as courier, driving all sorts of outlandish vehicles. Rolf is typically evasive about where he gets things, and is suspected to be in league with Otter #4.

Hahaha, yes well for me I like the marked contrast in behavior between the normally playful, frolicking otters and their behavior on the council, but your image is indeed a thing of beauty.

My current favorite collective noun is "a council of otters". The image of stern otters having thoughtful debates over which pond to jump into (perhaps banging their tiny otter fists on the table to emphasize a particular point/pond) pleases me to no end.

I'm pretty sure he made up the whole country.

I've been to North Dakota many times, as it's close to where I live. The western, hilly part is particularly nice, though I like the flat prairie as well. North Dakota in winter reminds me of an alt-countryish song by Chris Knight called "North Dakota" where the speaker's wife dies from going out into a blizzard and…

You just blew my mind's dick, sir.

Upvoted for using a consistent number of exclamation marks. *goes to wash hands for the 12th time this morning*

Damn, I thought I had a good one for this, but it turns out I saw Crispin Glover's Big Slide Show in 1995. I could look up the date easily because it was the night of the Quebec referendum.

Nice! I like the arbitrary no-cats rule the best.

[To filthy, diseased badger] "If you want me to welcome you to my ark with open arms, I'm afraid you're going to have to welcome me with open legs." *badger dies during coitus; pelt is used as hairpiece*

It rained anvils for forty days and forty nights.

I've also heard that upper-class British women in Victorian times (and even prior to that) regularly engaged in pube-plucking/shaving. It had fallen out of favor somewhat during Victoria's reign, though it was still pretty popular in, er, private. I'm not sure about the Downton era, though.

What is this, merry old England or Petticoat Junction?

BonerTime, BonerTime, skiddle dee dee,
With a parrot-lubed parrot in a sycamore tree!
If you're skiddle um biddle, then you better be quick,
Cuz BonerTime's log time, loggin' that dick!
When we skattled our battles with a whumpy whump wump,
We'll shake off and take off a sip-and-dip rump;
BonerTime, BonerTime, up and off…

Holy hell that was funny. My co-workers now think I'm insane. Moreso.

"I rather like this gimmick. And now, I die." - Whovian

Yoink!

I'd go with the scenes showing what's going on in Homer's head—old-timey animation cows fiddling "Turkey in the Straw", a dead donkey beside a tree, monkeys at chalkboards, etc.

Castellaneta's line reading of "get outta here" is among my favorite things, ever.

"Ugghhh—don't dream about me no more, kid."