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:

All right, come out with your hands up, two cups of coffee, an auto freshener that says Capricorn, and something with coconut on it.

All right, come out with your hands up, two cups of coffee, an auto freshener that says Capricorn, and something with coconut on it.

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?

Now who's laughing?

Now who's laughing?

Do you ever drink to escape from reality?

Do you ever drink to escape from reality?

If you think I'm cuddly, and you want my company...

If you think I'm cuddly
And you want my company
Come on wifey let me know!
Uh, uh, uh! [howling]

Hmm, well, you've cooled down.

Marge: Hmm, well, you've cooled down.

Homer: That's what you think. [purrs]

S-s-so cold.

S-s-so cold.

And that was the only folly the people of Springfield ever embarked upon

And that was the only folly the people of Springfield ever embarked upon -- except for the Popsicle stick skyscraper, and the 50 foot magnifying glass, and that escalator to nowhere.

Son, they call it a "droodle."

Marge: Honey, did you have any luck?

Homer: No, but the rabbi gave me this.

Bart: What is it, Dad?

Homer: Son, they call it a "droodle."

Can't sleep. Clown'll eat me.

Can't sleep. Clown'll eat me.

Quiet! Biet! Diet! Ziet! Fiet!

Marge: Honey? Honey, honey, honey? Could you please be quiet?

Bart: Quiet! Biet! Diet! Ziet! Fiet!

I am so great! I am so great! Everybody loves me! I am so great!

I am so great! I am so great! Everybody loves me! I am so great!

Actually, according to the will, the cats own the house. You'd be their tenants.

Homer: Once we get these cats out of the way, it won't be too bad.

Realtor: Actually, according to the will, the cats own the house. You'd be their tenants.

Now we play the waiting game.

Now we play the waiting game.