Hard work made us quit.

I'm not actually quitting making two-frame gifs, but I am quitting posting to Blogger and Wordpress. Not very many people visit these sites, and both require more effort to post than TWITTER and TUMBLR. So, in summary:

Gabbo! Gabbo! Gabbo!

TV Announcer: Gabbo! Gabbo! Gabbo!

Bart: Did you see that?

Homer: Yeah.

Bart: What's Gabbo?

Homer: I figure it's some guy's name. Some guy named Gabbo.

You mean there's a better way?

Troy McClure: Until now, this was the only way to get juice from an orange.

Homer: You mean there's a better way?

Now I'm going to burn this doughnut to show you how many calories it has.

Principal Dondelinger: Now I'm going to burn this doughnut to show you how many calories it has.

Homer: No!

Principal Dondelinger: The bright blue flame indicates this was a particularly sweet doughnut.

Homer: This is not happening. This is not happening!

Why I laugh?

Homer: This calls for a celebration. We're all going to Hawaii!

All: [gasping]

Homer: [laughing] Gotcha! It's April Fools' for two more minutes.

Bart: Dad, it's May 16.

Lisa: You were in that coma for seven weeks.

Marge: Uh-huh.

All: [laughing]

Marge: You lost five percent of your brain!

Homer: Me lose brain? Uh oh!

All: [laughing]

Homer: Why I laugh?

Oof.

Homer: Oof.

Dr. Nick: Oh, dear. I see no signs of life. Just to be safe, we better pull the plug.

Mmm. Chocolate.

Mmm. Chocolate.

I can't stand to see him like this!

I can't stand to see him like this!

Now who's laughing?

Now who's laughing?

Ha, ha! April Fools'. I've been keeping that carton of milk next to the furnace for six weeks. Sucker!

Ha, ha! April Fools'. I've been keeping that carton of milk next to the furnace for six weeks. Sucker!

So we'll march day and night...

So we'll march day and night
By the big cooling tower
They have the plant
But we have the power

"It was the best of times. It was the 'blurst' of times?" You stupid monkey!

"It was the best of times. It was the 'blurst' of times?" You stupid monkey!

Soon they'll have written the greatest novel known to man.

This is a thousand monkeys working at a thousand typewriters. Soon they'll have written the greatest novel known to man.

Oh my God! He is coming on to me.

Mr. Burns: We don't have to be adversaries, Homer. We both want a fair union contract.

Homer's Brain: Why is Mr. Burns being so nice to me?

Mr. Burns: And if you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.

Homer's Brain: Wait a minute. Is he coming on to me?

Mr. Burns: I mean, if I should slip something into your pocket, what's the harm?

Homer's Brain: Oh my God! He is coming on to me.

Mr. Burns: After all, negotiations make strange bedfellows. [chuckles, winks, clicks tongue]

Homer's Brain: Ahh!

Eh eh eh eh eh.

Woman: Don Homer, my son, he has a-trouble with the...

Homer: Eh eh eh eh eh.