You have served your porpoise.
Because there's no plate like chrome for the Hollandaise.
Bart-enders serve drinks !
A wake-tress
Journey - Don't Stop Bereaving.
He felt he had lost his sense of porpoise.
He had a ruff week.. His life wasn't purrfect. His brother was a shellout. His mother's been a real crab lately. His family was really shellfish. He had no porpoise in life.