Newman!

Yamma hamma.

 

IJAG just ran her car into a pole and doesn't know why.

 

There really is no one better at that type of phrase than you, sir.

 

You and me both, Barsuk. You and me both.

 

But ... then shouldn't the bucket be on your head?

 

"I'm not doing the cooking, Newman."

"Damn you, Seinfeld, you useless pustule. Um, someone's got something on the griddle, maybe it's Kramer."

"No, he's up on the roof getting some sun with the butter...oh no!"

 

Move along, Betty.

 

Vile weed! Now, someone, honey mustard!

 

Pair of bearclaws, please.

 

"You are a piece of crap!"

 

I loathe you.

 

You could argue the guy was doing his patrons a service.

That's the kind of postal discretion that would warrant a thrice-weekly cannoli.