Brian: Ahhh... the annual Quahog star trek convention, where once a year sci-fi buffstake their lips off the barrel of a loaded gun and spend half a day adjusting their eyes to sunlight.
Roger: Francine, did somebody bet me how many washcloths I can fit in my butt or did I do this just for fun? ... Doesn't matter... SEVENTEEN!!!
Library worker with 1.3 million unrelated interests.
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