From the wayback machine

I remember times when the children were all at home, Sunday nights, and my wife would whip up some little smoked sausages, fancy crackers, black olives and green olives, cubed cheddar cheese and Swiss cheese, and we would sit around the camp fire – uh, in front of the TV and sing camp fire songs – uh, watch America’s Funniest Home Videos, and all agree, dang, we’re not nearly that screwed up.