Oh Lucy - I'm home

Oh Lucy, I'm home!

I mean c'mon now. What the flock is she thinking, this new foreign guy that she's with, obviously, doesn't have the cultural integrity to even at least realize who I am to "that" family living under his roof. What makes him so special, just look at that gut, and the way I've seen my kids simply just adore him and the way she smiles, all the time, sickening. Wait, just wait up a minute, what if,,, she must've somehow found a away to know when I've been watching. Yeah, yeah and he has to be in on it too. And they,,, they tell the kids that,,, they have a chance to be on a,,, a,,, game show, where the producers are spying on them to see if they would be good contestants. So they have to act the part. Yeah, yeah and then,,, then he has to be helping her pay me back, because,,, I put up such a fight in divorce court. What else, c'mon man, what else, and,,, oh, there's no way a mental retard like this idiot here could ever afford a place like that. Not him, so,,, so, them butlers and those maids are probably his kinfolk, and,,, they're waiting on their naturalization papers. Then that means he's,,, he's the chauffeur, that's it, and he's the chauffeur,,, that makes whoever really lives there, is,,, is in,,, Europe,,, for the summer. Yeah, pretty clever, huh. I'll bet she hired him out from under some bowling ally, but, what about all the fancy expensive resturants they've been in recently, where did she get the money to pay for that? You know, I think I seen his ugly italian face in the newspaper, no way, no, no, no, she's with a pimp - Oh Lucy, I'm home!