Thursday, June 28, 2007

Come Armageddon, come Armageddon, come

Oh for FUCK'S SAKE.

What next, the captain of the hockey team asks Sha ... non to the prom? Canada's equivalent of the head cheerleader invites her to a sleepover, where all the other cheerleaders listen, enthralled, to ten straight hours of her trying to get through three paragraphs of a story about Special People's Camp?

Meanwhile, offscreen, Granthony is carefully tucking his tiny bait-n-tackle up into his undercarriage so they won't ruin the line of his panties, slicking on some Dippity-Do, and shuffling over to the elder Pattersons' place to ask John for his lovely daughter's hand in holy matrimony. And he'll say it like that, too -- just you wait.

This is GARBAGE. September cannot come soon enough.

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4 Comments:

Blogger Sarah said...

Thank god someone said something. I keep waiting for Josh Reads to rip into this, but I guess everyone's scared of making fun of the Breathless Special People storyline. LAME! ("You go, girl"?!)

1:55 PM  
Blogger Gleemonex said...

Well, seriously! I'm sorry, but in real life, that girl stands on a cafeteria table and hollers for attention, the first giant spoonful of mashed potato hits her chest in .07 seconds flat.

You go girl. Jesus Horned-Toed Christ.

3:55 PM  
Blogger Jory Dayne said...

G, you are the best thing that ever happened to my internets. Holy hell, I am crying I am laughing so hard.

10:32 PM  
Blogger srah said...

Holy Moly.

I can't believe April took Gerald back like that. He's slime! Idiot Pattersons.

6:31 AM  

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