"Tourt-cha....Tourt-cha....the whole day phrew...."

(title most unceremoniously stolen from the dear Executioner at GARF who serenaded us...)

"Nay, my dearest Tim Tam, thou shoud'st sniff Master Smiter's drum just there, carefully avoiding his kilt and knees..."


"My Dear Lord Above, the Lady Potato Head has't taken on the King's Weiner, and appears to be winning!!"


"Hmmm, be it truly lady-like, my dear Antoinette, to chomp down on a fried pickle with such abandon?"


The Ladies of East Fairhaven...some of us anyway. What is so funny?