Homer: How was jerk practice, boy? Did they teach you how to sing to
trees? And build crappy furniture out of useless wooden logs?
[His chair collapses] D'oh! Stupid poetic justice.
Bart: Actually, we were just planning the father-son river rafting
Homer: Heh heh, you don't have a son.
-- People unclear on the concept,
"Boy Scoutz 'N the Hood"