Looking at that tired old freak has made me realize I’m no spring chicken myself. I can feel death’s clammy hand on my shoulder... wait, that’s my hand.— Grampa
Looking at that tired old freak has made me realize I’m no spring chicken myself. I can feel death’s clammy hand on my shoulder... wait, that’s my hand.— Grampa
Framegrabs from the Season 2 episode, One Fish, Two Fish, Blowfish, Blue Fish. Believing that he has eaten poison from a deadly blowfish, Homer tries to cram as much as he can into his remaining hours.
