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| Jim--I'm going out of town this weekend to rekindle the romance in my life. I need you to take care of my wife while I'm gone. | |
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| Isn't your wife going with you, sir? | |
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| That old bat? Hell no, Jim. I'm going to rekindle the romance between me and a little lass named the Great Outdoors. | |
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| That's right. She's got tall pine trees for hair, soft, pillowy clouds for buttcheeks, and mountaintops for nipples. | |
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| All right, sir. Just remember that you're banned from going anywhere near Old Faithful. | |
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