Raymond Queneau

BYOGHRPHF!

Those are my blue suede shoes, *******!

Instead of hamburgers made from cow....With the same style manner of slaughter.

Hamburgers are made from cow? What the hell?

I was shocked to. Damn Germans and their oxymoronical claim to fame.

If I want a hamburger I go to Hamburger Hill.

I prefer dresdenburgers, with cheese and mustard.

Is that Jimmy?!

'Cheeseburger in paradise . . .'

Paradise, ha. Another one of their lies.

Lies as beautiful as coral snakes.

That's an intresting tattoo. It sure looks like a mallet and sickle.

Mandrake, I smell a big commie rat.

Fee. Fi. Fo. Fum. I smell burning Rosenbergs.
Oh no, Ethel, we're up sh*tcreek without a paddle.
Julius, what are we ever going to do?

Burning Rosenbergs . . . ouch. ;)

I'm hungry, jew eat?

Sure did. I had a shvitsn schwarza.