Jul
8
Vendor: Khlav kalash! Khlav kalash!
Homer: Can you go across the street and get me some pizza?
Vendor: No pizza, only khlav kalash.
Homer: Uhh, all right. I’ll take a small bowl.
Vendor: No bowl. Stick. Stick!
Homer: Blech! That’s just…awful!(After finishing his khlav kalash) Now what do you have to rinse that awful taste out of my mouth?
Vendor: Mountain Dew or Crab Juice.
Homer: Yech! Geez! I’ll take a Crab Juice! (Drains his crab juice in one gulp) More, more, more! Uh oh! You got a men’s room in there?
