This week's South Park, probably the greatest 22 minutes in TV history.
(or not)
Let's see you have effin hippies, SMUG, drug taking toddlers, hybrid driving assholes who become addicted to the smell of their own farts (plus lots of digs at SF and George Clooney).
Yep, that's televisual and comedic perfection.
Watch it already, you know you want to.
29 March 2006
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Cartman sojourning into S.F., I could see you in that hazmat suit.
The dark cloud of Clooney's acceptance smug? Flipping brilliant. The eyes closed thing? Oh man the whole thing just killed.
Actually I enjoy visiting SF, and have done so a couple of times.
I even attended both days of the first Tibetan Freedom Concert organized by the Beastie Boys.
(and it proved the quote often (wrongly?) attributed to Mark Twain right (here's a take on the summer fog), the coldest winter I ever spent was a couple of June days on Candlestick)
They had a point in that episode though, do the right thing, cause it's the right thing to do, but don't expect everyone else to congratulate you, or insist that everyone else do the same.
And really, don't savor your farts in front of your children, it's the leading cause of drug abuse.
They had a point in that episode though, do the right thing, cause it's the right thing to do, but don't expect everyone else to congratulate you, or insist that everyone else do the same.
Word.
They always have a point though. Even if the point is "Don't F*** with us, Isaac Hayes"
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