Go, go, go, go, go, go
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday!
Bart: You know, Grampa kinda smells like that trunk in the garage
where the bottom's all wet.
Lisa: Nuh-uh, he smells more like a photo lab.
Homer: Stop it, both of you! Grampa smells like a regular old man,
which is more like a hallway in a hospital.
Site and layout © 2014 Ubersite ® --
All material copyrighted by its respective copyright holder, dumbass