More asbestos, more asbestos, more asbestos, more asbestos!
Aww man! I was goiing to write that.
Fine, I’ll use another one:
“Why Mrs. Krabapple, how would I know where the principal’s office is?”
What did I say about encouraging him
Krabapple.
Let me deflate your balloon some more:
“One for Martin, two for Martin!”
Ah, the days when it was a painting Ben Franklin next to the chalkboard rather than a photo of Homer in his astronaut suit. I think a change as simple as that illustrates how the world of Springfield has shrunken.
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More asbestos, more asbestos, more asbestos, more asbestos!
Aww man! I was goiing to write that.
Fine, I’ll use another one:
“Why Mrs. Krabapple, how would I know where the principal’s office is?”
What did I say about encouraging him
Krabapple.
Let me deflate your balloon some more:
“One for Martin, two for Martin!”
Ah, the days when it was a painting Ben Franklin next to the chalkboard rather than a photo of Homer in his astronaut suit. I think a change as simple as that illustrates how the world of Springfield has shrunken.