Quimby, you maniac!
I tell ya, I never get tired of Mayor Quimby's after-shoot parties. You think he plays a corrupt politican on TV... woah! I walk into his foyer, and there's a stripper doing coke off his belly. Turns out she's in the country illegally. Don't surprise me or his mail-order bride, who's following Rev. Lovejoy around offering him body shots. He kept refusing, but it looked like she was giving him a hand job in the hot tub later. Damn good thing Quimby has the pool guy come by like 3 times a week.
A couple of Quimby's valets got into a knife fight over who got to park William Shatner's Ferarri when he showed up... drunk as usual. It's pretty obvious that those guys are experts with a shiv. One of them lost a little chunk of an earlobe, but just a couple of nicks hear and there other than that. There were a lot of bets thrown around on that fight... good thing I picked Ramon. Carl's bar tab just doubled :)
It actually died off pretty quickly that night when Chief Wiggum started waving his gun around. That guy makes me nervous sometimes. Anyways, Quimby and me were sitting in the sauna with Shatner after everyone else had left, and Quimby starts telling us about some parties he's been to at the White House. Oh, MAN! That's the big leagues there... I don't think you can even get in the door if you haven't done heroin at LEAST once! He said he'd take me along next time he goes, but he was drunk... I ain't holdin' my breath.
A couple of Quimby's valets got into a knife fight over who got to park William Shatner's Ferarri when he showed up... drunk as usual. It's pretty obvious that those guys are experts with a shiv. One of them lost a little chunk of an earlobe, but just a couple of nicks hear and there other than that. There were a lot of bets thrown around on that fight... good thing I picked Ramon. Carl's bar tab just doubled :)
It actually died off pretty quickly that night when Chief Wiggum started waving his gun around. That guy makes me nervous sometimes. Anyways, Quimby and me were sitting in the sauna with Shatner after everyone else had left, and Quimby starts telling us about some parties he's been to at the White House. Oh, MAN! That's the big leagues there... I don't think you can even get in the door if you haven't done heroin at LEAST once! He said he'd take me along next time he goes, but he was drunk... I ain't holdin' my breath.