Goldenrod
I live for the CABE
Marge: I don't mind all the oil running down my bobby socks. I'm just glad you picked me instead of that hussy Jacqueline who makes out with all the boys.
Jerry: Her name didn't fit on the tank and I couldn't spell it.
Jerry: That's a Thunderbird.
Marge: Is it falling on its beak?
Jerry: The pointy part is its head and the wings are pointing up.
Marge: Let's ride this bird forever.
Jerry: It's starting to rain on my artwork. Is that Jacqueline six cars to the right?
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