Worst Advertising Campaign Ever
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Lyla-Oasis
Alright, so as some of you may know, I have been compared to a raccoon. Mostly because I became nocturnal and rummaged through garbage towards the end of last year. Well, I have come to embrace the majestic raccoon and all of its splendor. While I like raccoons, I find that even something as glorious as this little fella

Has his negative points. One being that raccoons are not picky animals. I mean, they rummage through garbage and pick fights with my dog for crying out loud. They are like the desparate yet loveable drug addicts of the world...stealing food to feed their families.

This is why it puzzles me that the home of the square burger (sorry White Castle) has decided to use my brethren to sell their food.

I mean, seriously, this has to be the dumbest advertising ploy ever.
First, raccoons rummage through garbage as I have previously stated.
Second, they are animals and that automatically means that their decision-making abilities are severly impared. I mean, would you trust your dog's taste in food when he licks his own ass? Of course not.
Third, raccoons, as far as I am aware of, cannot speak, which means that these commercials are completely farsical and this only brings shame to all parties involved, especially wendy's.
Fourth, I fucking hate wendy's. I don't trust little redheaded girls and I don't trust dave thomas, even if he is dead, which I doubt he is. I don't want some creepy old man and his freckled daughter selling me food. In fact, I don't like ANY character selling me food, especially fast food. Unless it happens to be count chocula. That guy kicks ass.

Seriously, Fuck Wendys.

Mokela Embebe
Mood:  silly
Now Playing: Clint Eastwood-Gorillaz
So I know that this post follows the one before it by like 20 minutes but bear with me. Since the events around this story happened like a month ago, and I don't feel like using the past tense because I'm lazy and I think tenses are for suckers, I will translate the story into the present. Which is not a tense since it is always changing. And because Vin Diesel said so. Anyways, so Brady, Matt and I are watching TV and believe it or not, we are watching the History Channel. Why you ask? Because Chef Tony wasn't on the air AND because it was a show about Bigfoot and other legendary creatures like el Chupacabra, Cuddle Monster, Maleb, and Mokela Embebe. What is Mokela Embebe? Well don't you wish you knew. Mokela Embebe is a ferocious dinasaur that survived millions of years in the jungles of the Congo and lives only in this one large lake. Being such a large creature, Mokela Emebe, pictured below, is king of the jungle...FUCK the Lion. They don't even live in jungles. They are fucking cats. And cats suck balls. Moving along.

So as I was saying, Mokela Embebe is so large it cannot possibly have a nemesis. Oh what a foolish statement that is. For according to the experts on the show Brady, Matt, and I are watching, Mokela Embebe HATES hippos and kills them upon seeing them.

Why? Well, it all begins back when the Hippos King, King Uncle Hippo Jesse XIV reigned over the jungle of Congo back in the 12th century. Up until this point, Hippos and Mokela Embebes had lived in a peaceful coexistence. Oftentimes they would frolic in the fields. Occasionally they would participate in intramural softball leagues. But all of this changed when King Uncle Hippo Jesse gave a wooden nickle to a young Mokela Embebe and refused to apologize. A feud began and Hippos began to perish. I myself support the Mokela Embebe cause. Fuck Hippos.

Long time no blog...New contender for Gangliest man ever
Mood:  incredulous
Now Playing: Trouble-Ray LaMontagne
Alright, so I know its been what now, 3 or 4 months? If that upsets you then you really need to get your priorities straight. Seriously, my random, er RANTOM thoughts aren't worth even typing, let alone reading. Imagine what I think of myself. Anyways, so living with Brady has reawakened an interest that I used to have for soccer, or football to every other person outside of America. But according to my government, you foreign people don't really matter anyways so I will call it both. Because I want to. Anyways, living with Brady has also turned me into a fairly serious Liverpool fan. Enough to where I skipped school to watch the Champions league final and I have been reading the transfer market rumors everyday this summer. And I have been reading the teams history page. And reading stats from seasons past. So basicly I'm becoming a fanatic just like I am for Michigan and Detroit Lions football. So I read this week that Liverpool finally signed Peter Crouch.

Now, some people may be wondering why Liverpool have signed the gangly, 6'7" striker. I don't want to get too technical here because Brady does enough of that on his anfield blog, but I will make a bold prediction and say that Crouch will actually do more than what Baros did in the last 5 months of the Premiership last season. Which basicly means if he scores oh I dunno, say 2 goals he will be amazing. I am more interested in his freakish gangliness. I mean, I have spent hours trying to find out what kind of animal he looks like. At first, I thought maybe an insect:

Even though their are some "striking" resemblences (sorry, I had to go for the pun) here, I fealt that it wasn't quite right. Yes there was gangliness and a little creepiness, but a Praying mantis isn't as prolific in front of net like most humans. So I ventured down to the Zoo when I was shocked to see an awesome Peter Crouch impersonator:

Okay, so maybe this one isn't as fair but still, just think about it. Both creatures pictured above are tall, gangly, have HUGE teeth, large tongues (appearantly crouch likes to grab leaves off of tree branches with his tongue for sustanence...I'm not too sure what ol' geoffrey does) but I still fealt like something was missing. So I went back home and was amazed when I saw my parrot "striking" (sorry again) an all too familiar pose:

Really, the similarities are, well, similar. Aside from the plumage, which peter crouch does his best to imitate, I'd say my parrot could be making some decent money at Anfield next season as half-time entertainment as an impersonator. But even after these three fruitful searches, I still didn't think I had found a perfect match. Then I had an epiphony. I varitable gold-mine of gangliness was visiting my apartment on a daily bases. I even lived with the guy. Yes, I had found my match. And it was glorious:

Seriously, separated at birth applies here. Except for the fact that Crouch is 3 years older than Caleb and was born in a different Country. I heard rumors about Kelly Heeringa but I wasn't sure until I compared the photgraphical evidence.

On a more serious note, I would like to say that I don't think that Peter Crouch is an ugly man. I mean, I am compared to racoons. I hope he produces for LFC. It should be an exciting season.

Who the hell does George Bush think he is?
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: Ludacris-Number 1 spot
Alright, I know I rip on Bush a lot. And it might get old. Wait a minute. No it doesn't. It never gets old because this guy continues to be such an arrogant asshole that lies and deceives and forces people to see things his way. Bush's latest bullshit move has been his activities related to the death of the Pope. Now, let me clarify a few things here. The Pope, who was arguably one of the greatest humanitarian pontiffs in history, died and millions of catholics as well as other people mourned him. During his life, Pope JP2 (hey, i'm american, I have no time to spell things out all the time. Plus it makes the Pope seem more hip and like a jurrassic park movie) visited numerous countries, helped bring down communism, brought a humanitarian side to catholicism, apologized for Catholic ignorance related to the holocaust, met with numerous other religious leaders and actually made catholocism somewhat compassionate (like it is supposed to be...remember how compassionate that dude Jesus was?). Now let us review George Bush's life. Born in Connecticut, NOT FUCKING TEXAS, raised the son of a millionaire father. Gets "accepted" to Yale, gets C's, goes on to Harvard and gets more C's all the while being a retarded drunken frat boy. Twenty years filled with cocaine, booze, dui's extremely shady business deals pass and suddenly he "finds" god. I would like to know WHERE he found him because honestly, I think he found some homeless dude while coked up and hammered because Bush does not follow the teachings of the bible. But I digress. So after several failed jobs as the head of oil companies, Bush tries his hand at managing the texas rangers. What happened? More failure. Then he dupes a bunch of Texans into electing him their governer (gee, how hard can it be to trick a Texan) and then a few years later he pulls the same trick on America. Now that we know the background of these two people, lets do a little compare/contrast activity. Bush likes invading countries with no evidence and then when seeing something positive come out of the clusterfuck he created, claims that those were his real motivations for war. The pope condemned Bush's actions and actually garnered respect from Muslim leaders for doing so (hmmm...Bush could learn something from this). Bush converted to a moronic form of christianity known as evangelicalism. This form of chritianity is known for tricking idiots into sending in money to the preachers. Sounds like Bush learned a lot. The Pope leads a stupid form of christianity known as Catholocism. I fucking hate catholocism and all organized religion for that matter. The only thing organized religion does is fuck up a great idea and becomes corrupted by men. Atleast the Pope tried to do some good things with his power. So what exactly has got me so pissed off? If you happened to read any news articles about Bush and the Pope or seen the press conferences you would know.
The main thing that pissed me off is how Bush and his cronies are saying how he is so similar to the Pope. Um...no. I'm sorry, that is about the biggest load of shit I have ever heard. How can anyone in their right mind believe this shit? Bush's people claim that both men had a strong passion for humanitarianism. Huh? Correct me if I am wrong but isn't bush the worst environmental president in history? And isn't man in charge of the care of the earth? (see the bible...genesis would be a good starting point) Sounds pretty humane to me. This is also the same president that loves the death penalty (just look at his "home" state). The Pope does not condone the death penalty and in fact has discussed his displeasure of Bush's use of the death penalty many times. Killing people. Pretty humane huh? Lets now talk about sins here. What were the seven deadly sins again? Ah yes, Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Anger, Greed, Sloth. Gee, NONE of these words describe Bush AT ALL. Nope, not one. I wish there was some way I could be more sarcastic in print but I just don't see how it is possible. Bush embodies everything that is the exact opposite of what the pope was. The pope was a compassionate, caring, knowledgeable, religious, and humane person. George Bush? Compassionate...hmmm...unless compassion can be displayed through killing thousands of innocent civilians and your own countrymen? Uh no. Can it be shown by not listening to people with different beliefs or views than you? Nope. Can it be shown by exploiting others? Sorry, no. Lets next discuss George Bush's religion. Some idiots say that Bush is the most religious president in history. Those people are morons. Lets examine the term religious. This is an adjective (which modifies a noun. Also known as a descriptive word) that describes the level of a person's faith and belief in their religion. Lets now examine Bush's faith and belief and the way he follows his religion's teachings. Does Bush show tolerance? Does he follow the teachings of Jesus? Does he do anything remotely like what Christianity is supposed to be? NO, NO, AND NO. This pisses me off so much. George Bush is not religious he EXPLOITS religion. He says the buzz words "god", "faith", "lord", "prayer", and "religion" more than any person on earth. Why? Because when you say something enough, and people hear you say those words enough, people will then start to believe that you embody those words, that you in fact believe what you are saying. Bush has mastered this process better than anyone else. And he has successfully suckered every bible belt moron into following him. Just like the Walrus and the Carpenter that duped a bunch of oysters into following them and then shucked and devoured them. Get ready everyone, because we are already getting shucked. Anyways, I guess I just want to say that honor and mourn the Pope. Don't give any attention to Bush because that is what he wants. Fuck him. Fuck him up his stupid ass.

one guy is nothing like the other

The Veggie Monster???
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: PTI
So I recently did a post about Sean May and how he is much like the Cookie Monster...My beloved Cookie Monster. With all of his blue fur and constant cookie cravings. The way he gobbles cookies whole and leaves a ginormic mess afterwards. Anyways, enough of me babbling on about my fond memories of the cookie monster. I was reading the news today (yes, some people still read news articles) when I found the biggest scandal of ALL-TIME. Yes bigger than anything some left-wing hippie gorp-eater could find about bush, and believe me, it wouldn't be hard. Bigger than anything some right-wing asshole could blow out of proportion and then gripe about for eternity about Bill Clinton, and believe me, it wouldn't be too hard. I mean look at what these republican assholes are still doing...bitching about Clinton. Blaming Bush's failures on Clinton's fuckups. FUCK that shit. Grow some nuts, then let them drop, then use your brain and get some fucking responsibility. Jesus. Ok, so now that I have that shit out of the way, BACK to my beloved Cookie Monster. SO I read this article, and you should read it too. It is sad really. SO sad. I say we should do something about this. It is time to write the creators of Sesame Street and do something to rectify this atrocity. Bastards. Oh yeah, here is the link.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? "Me eat less cookies" Say it ain't so Cookie Monster, say it ain't so.

I'm back bitches
Mood:  d'oh
Now Playing: Espn
So I just watched the national championship game and I have to say that I am impressed. UNC beat Illinois 75-70. I would like to discuss the MVP of the tournament, Sean May. The guy came to UNC three years ago and was a flabby, out of shape, junk-food eating machine. Well, he still is pretty flabby, and word is that he eats so many cookies that he is called the cookie monster. I have decided to compare the two. First, let me show you proof that Sean May, much like the cookie monster, has an unhealthy obsession with cookies.

Sean May's obsession with cookies has even caused him to eat cookies DURING his games.

Of course, all of this talk of Sean May being the Cookie Monster has left the REAL cookie monster pissed.

We will see what is going to happen in this rivalry.

The Ultimate Conspiracy Theory
Mood:  mischievious
Now Playing: Jurrassic 5 - Concrete Schoolyard
So the super bowl is coming up this sunday. The Patriots play the Philadelphia Eagles, a team from a pretty patriotic city, and I know the Patriots are gonna win. And I feel like shedding some light on a conspiracy that effects us all. Let me set the scene. Three years ago a seemingly unkown 6th round draft pick replaces an all-pro QB and leads his team to a Super Bowl victory. Last year, this same QB leads the same team to ANOTHER Super Bowl victory. How does this guy, who is not the most physically talented QB in the league, and his team, that lacks any superstars, keep winning? Because the government rigs the football games they play in to insure that the New England Patriots win. Don't believe me? Lets examine the evidence.
In 2001, America gets attacked. Mass patriotism and blind faith in the country and our idiot president ensues. Following the attack, the Patriots, A VERY mediocre team, starts winning...A LOT. They get to the Super Bowl. They WIN! HOORAY! HAZAA FOR AMERICA!
That same year that the Patriots win the Super Bowl, a really shitty, unholy, unconstitutional, unpatriotic bill was passed and signed into law. The name of that bill? The Patriot Act. Coincidence? I think not.
Flash forward to 2003. The All Pirate Super Bowl. Bucs vs. Raiders. I find this ironic because it was around this time that we were raiding and stealing a country from its own people. Coincidence? Again, no fucking way.
Now this brings us to last year, 2004. The Patriots vs. The Panthers. I am going to make a comparison here, so try to follow me. Now if these teams were to represent countries, the Patriots would obviously be America. The Panthers would be the entire muslim population according to the Bush administration; dark and mysterious, evil and most of all, they are panthers. Guess who wins? Thats right! America! er I mean the Patriots!
SO now the conspiracy becomes obvious. And this goes all the way to the top. It is even written in the Patriot Act. Look it up. Lines 57-60 section 7-G "And to increase Patriotism and gain votes from morons for all members of the Bush family, the Patriots games will be rigged in their favor. And Dubya has to stay 50 feet away from pretzels at all times."
Here is a chart that illustrates the power structure involved with this conspiracy.

Ever notice how the Cleveland Communists never do well in the league? Further proof that the conspiracy exists!

More proof that there is a conspiracy. When Tom Brady was in college, he didn't have a butt chin, but now that he is in the spotlight he does. Odd? Yes. The reason? Brady tried to shed light on the conspiracy and he ended up losing a chunk of his chin for it. These people are BRUTAL!

Please people, fight the power. Root for the Eagles...Wait a minute...Eagles...national bird...DAMNIT THEY GOT TO THEM TOO! DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL! SAY IT AIN'T SO T.O. SAY IT AIN'T SO!

Miracle on High Street
Mood:  energetic
Now Playing: family guy
Some of you may not know what dodgeball is. For those of you who don't know, let me explain the game. The premise of the game is to pick on the weakest member of the opposite team, scarring them for life. But seriously, prison dodgeball, the kind we play at western's intermural league, eight players face off on a basketball court. 5 rubber balls are used to throw at opposing players knocking them out of the game. You can catch a thrown ball to get an opposing player out, and then throw that ball to a teammate who has been knocked out to get them back into the game. You can also throw the ball into the opposing teams basket to get a jailbreak, freeing all of your captured teammates. This is where my story begins. So tonight I played Dodgeball for two different teams. The Average Shmoes and Quick Hits. During the fourth and final game for quick hits, something amazing happened. The other team was beating us down. Suddenly, I was the only player left and the other team had six guys. I stalled them, catching a few balls to get some of my guys in but they kept getting out. Time was running down. Under 20 seconds left. I heave a ball towards the basket from the baseline, it rims off. 10 seconds left, I dodge a ball thrown at me and toss a prayer from the far corner of the court. SWISH! JAILBREAK! WE WIN! GAME OVER! FUCKING AMAZING! BRILLIANT! The greatest thing about that was the look on the other team's faces. Combine shock with dumbfoundedness and anger and you get their looks. High fives all around for Quick Hits. It was good times. Good times.

Here is a diagram of the shot...

After hitting that shot, I felt cool. Cooler than this guy. But minus the ability to give yagoogalies.

I can only attribute the luck involved in that shot to two things: Wearing Larry Johnson's Charlotte Hornets jersey, and possibly having the fleeting grace of a higher power.

Of course, this now means that I will suck at dodgeball because of my blatant blasphemy. Oh well. It was good times. Rumor has it a video of the shot exists...

Why it is cool being Freddie Mitchell
Mood:  hungry
Now Playing: Superfly - Curtis Mayfield
Recently, if you have been watching tv, in particular, sports television (espn, fsn, etc) then you have probably seen and heard of Freddie Mitchell. If you DON'T know who this guy is, let me fill you in. Some people might say that Freddie Mitchell went to UCLA where he was a star wide receiver and was drafted by the Philadelphia Eagles where he has been playing for the past few years. To those people I say YOU ARE FUCKING WRONG. Look at the facts: Freddie Mitchell has the ability to make ungodly catches, he wears bow-ties WITH cool hats AND can pull it off, AND he wears corn rows with a mowhawk. So what do all these facts mean? That Freddie Mitchell is indeed not of the human race. Much like Elvis and James Brown (to name a few) Freddie comes from a place I like to call Funkytown. Some government agencies may call them extraterrestrials, I like to call them muthafucking p-i-m-p's. Need proof? Here are some undoctored photos of Mitchell, and maybe Elvis and James Brown.
Here is a chart showing the planets of our solar system. Funkytown is appearantly by the small bodies of the system.

Here are the Funkytownians in their true forms:

Freddie Mitchell, my new favorite receiver. "I'd like to thank my hands, for being so good."

A salute to the greatest man ever
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: Pink Floyd - Time
Although I doubt I can do the man justice, I have to try. Homer Simpson is not only the greatest cartoon character ever, he is also the funniest. Without him, there wouldn't be a Peter Griffin or some other fat dad characters that I can't think of. Since my dad lived 2,000 miles away from me while I was growing up, and my step dad was kindof a dick, Homer became a sort of surrogate father for me. I think I turned out alright. Enjoy the quotes and pictures!

I would be pretty pissed too if some lameass did a half-assed attempt at a tribute. Even if that guy was using his whole ass to make the tribute.

atleast homer and I have shared the same headline.

homer obviously doing his best Joe Namath impression "Agent Scully, I...I wanna kis you."

Here are some of My favorite Homer Quotes, and believe me, there are tons more that I left out.

Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will

Well, maybe if he had had better arch support, they wouldn't have caught 'im. ( about Jesus wearing sandals ).

Ah, the college roadtrip. What better way to spread beer-fueled mayhem?

All right, brain. You don't like me and I don't like you, but let's just do this and I can get back to killing you with beer.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's that life is one crushing defeat after another until you just wish Flanders was dead.

And how is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?

Aw, Dad, you've done a lot of great things, but you're a very old man, and old people are useless.

Bart, a woman is like beer. They look good, they smell good, and you'd step over your own mother just to get one!

Dear Homer, IOU one emergency donut. Signed Homer. Bastard! He's always one step ahead

Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true!

Here's to alcohol : The cause of ... and answer to all of life's problems

I like my beer cold ... my TV loud ... and my homosexuals flaming

I saw this movie about a bus that had to SPEED around a city, keeping its SPEED over fifty, and if its SPEED dropped, it would explode! I think it was called, The Bus That couldn't Slow Down.

It's not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to squeeze in 8 hours of TV a day

Marge, it takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen

Marge, please. Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so that it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.

Remember that postcard Grandpa sent us from Florida of that alligator biting that woman's bottom? That's right, we all thought it was hilarious. But it turns out we were wrong. That alligator was sexually harassing that woman

No, no, no, Lisa. If adults don't like their jobs, they don't go on strike. They just go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American Way.

Oh, Lisa, you and your stories ... Bart's a vampire, beer kills brain cells. Now let's go back to that ... building ... thingie ... where our beds and TV ... is.

This perpetual motion machine she made is a joke : It just keeps going faster and faster. Lisa, get in here! In this house, we obey the laws of THERMODYNAMICS!

A big mountain of sugar is too much for one man. I can see now why God portions it out in those little packets

What are you gonna do? Sick your dogs on me? Or your bees? Or dogs with bees in their mouth so when they bark they shoot bees at me?

What's the point of going out, we're just going to end up back here anyway?

You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'

Marge, don't discourage the boy! Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel.

Marge, you're as pretty as Princess Leah and as smart as Yoda.

Step aside everyone! Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population : you.

Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose : it's how drunk you get.

Marge send the kids to the neighbors. I'm coming home loaded.

Oh, well, of course, everything looks bad if you remember it.

I felt a surge of power, like god must feel, when he's holding a gun.

I know what is going on here. They did it to Jesus. Now they are doing it to me.
Marge : Are you comparing yourself to our Lord?
Homer : Only in bowling ability.

Pffft, English. Who needs that. I'm never going to England.

Homer : Your mother has this crazy idea that gambling is wrong. Even though they say it's okay in the bible.
Lisa : Really? Where?
Homer : Uh ... Somewhere in the back.

No matter how good you are at something, there's always about a million people better than you.

Homer : Well, he's got all the money in the world, but there's one thing he can't buy.
Marge : What's that?
Homer : [thinks] A dinosaur

Homer : I can't fake an interest in this, and I'm an expert at faking an interest in your kooky projects.
Marge : What kooky projects?
Homer : You know, the painting class, the first aid course, the whole Lamaze thing.

Marge : Homer, please don't make me choose between my man and my God, because you just can't win.
Homer : There you go again, always taking someone else's side. Flanders ... the water department ... God ...

I hate all the programs Marge likes, but it's no big deal. You know why? Whenever Marge turns on one of her "non-violent" programs, I take a walk. I go to a bar, I pound a few, then I stumble home in the mood for looooove.

They took the foam off the market because they found out it was poisonous, but if you ask me, if you're dumb enough to eat it, you deserve to die.

Marge : It looks like there's going to be twice as much love in this house.
Homer : You mean we're going to start doing it in the morning?

Marge : Homer there's a man here who thinks he can help you!
Homer : Batman?
Marge : No he's a scientist.
Homer : Batman's a scientist.
Marge : He's not Batman!

Marge : Have you noticed something about Bart?
Homer : New glasses?
Marge : No. It seems like something could be troubling him.
Homer : Probably misses his old glasses.
Marge : I want to get more involved in Bart's activities, but then I'd be afraid of smothering him.
Homer : Yeah, and then we'd get the chair.
Marge : That's not what I meant.
Homer : Admit it Marge, it was.

Homer : Kids, Kids! I'm not gonna die! That only happens to bad people!
Bart : What about Abraham Lincoln?
Homer : Err ... He sold poisoned milk to school children.
Marge : Homer!
Homer : Hey, I'm just trying to make it easier on them.

No offence Apu, but when they were handing out religions you must have been out taking a whizz.

Homer : You know, when I was a boy, I really wanted a catcher's mitt, but my dad wouldn't get it for me. So I held my breath until I passed out and banged my head on the coffee table. [cheerily] The doctor thought I might have brain damage.
Bart : Dad, what's the point of this story?
Homer : I like stories

Marge : Homer, is this the way you pictured married life?
Homer : Yeah, pretty much. Except we drove around in a van solving mysteries.

Flanders : I think we just hit something.
Homer : I hope it was Flanders!

But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make god madder and madder.

Lisa : 'Tis better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.
Homer brain : What does that mean? Better say something or they'll think you're stupid.
Homer : Takes one to know one.
Homer brain : Swish.

HERE is a site that generates random Homer Quotes