"Unaware of what year it was, Joe wandered the streets desperate for help. But the English language had deteriorated into a hybrid of hillbilly, valleygirl, inner-city slang and various grunts. Joe was able to understand them, but when he spoke in an ordinary voice he sounded pompous and faggy to them."

Cheering for a cock reference is perfectly fine, though.

Oh, go ahead and take a good, long look. I'm not ashamed.

Jeff is prohibitively expensive, though.

I thought it was a typo.

Well, I can't tie a bow tie, but I do own a tuxedo.

Sometimes you just get lucky.

I hear she's fond of Duracell batteries.

Afternoons are for defecating and learning Latin.

I think Michael still owns the animation rights to Mr. Banana Grabber.

I would pay money for an "Adventure Through Inner Space" movie.

Woah! I can do it myself for half of that.

They had a hologram once!

They shrunk him to bee size, which somehow made him much bigger.

They're real and they're spectacular.

That hut really wasn't up to code.

Oh, he's very popular Ed. The whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies - they all adore him. They think he's a righteous dude.

Case in point.

That scarf! The dude is giving out serious PUA vibes.

Personally, I'm tired of being fat-shamed by Foghorn Leghorn. People really need to quit laughing at obese cocks.