I will not tolerate monkeys living on campus. If I wanted to run a monkey hotel, I'd install a banana buffet.

I'd use vines as elevators, and I'd put tail holes in the bath robes, and I'd lower all the shower knobs.

Well, you've really thought this through.

And now it's your turn! Brainstorm, idea shower, spray your solutions all over me.

Well, we could seal all the vents and then pump the ducts with some kind of gas that knocks out monkeys.

Monkey knockout gas. Now that's the kind of grounded sensible thing, and I want to see this year!

T-B-T-L!

Into latte-sipping leeches understand, they've seen enough of these Hollywood superhunks.

We need a dumpy, unappealing loser, and every man.

Here's a sentence I never thought I'd say, but if you thought of sausage couldn't really hurt anyone, frankly, think again.

I have never heard someone say so many wrong things, one after the other, consecutively in a row.

There is something about the soul of a slave.

Call Kenny Loggins because you're in the danger zone.

From TopCon.

Just be careful.

No.

You heard it here, first ladies and gentlemen, and the if that you heard was the things that these people cut since.

All right, hello, good morning, and welcome everyone to a Thursday edition of T-B-T-L.

The show that just might be too beautiful to live.

They sound un-fricking incredible together.

My name is Luke Burbank, I'm your host.

You paint your balls butt?

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