Mercy, that's some gruesome love-making in the last panel. I can only suppose they'd waited until marriage and his seminal vehicles derailed. And then one of them transmogrimorphisized into a squishy genitalia robot made of all the abortions that Kirk Cameron left in the wake of the 80's, which is thundering down the boulevard toward the Celebrity Centre to network a deal.

The reference to the "wok" seems awfully cosmopolitan for the hill-billys. I think he'd more likely to refer to it as a, "Tekmogasmatronic Ear'Horn."

You ought'ta' have a string running from the bottom of the can.

'Cause I had giggly tittering girl roommates that titterly giggering watched the show as they giggerling tittery ordered from their Delia's catologs and complained about lack of parking on campus. And I just sat there, cutting the inside of my palms with an klingon bird-of-prey micro-machine.

just the jugs, babydoll

Seth Green, the Flute Rapist, and the dyslexic retard--really, only the English guy and the snotty girl were in any way enjoyable. It should have just been the two of them running around handling shit. But also, the COMPLETE suspension of disbelief called for that the town's, what? -Some emunctory light-rail system of Hell, and when it's not scheduled for arrival, everyone's dicking-around like nothing's happening. At least in Angel, it was their job to go fix this shit. But you cant just explain it away as interchangeable with an afterschool gig at JCPenny!

Not to drop a box of fuck on this, but Buffy is the stupidest fucking show ever. -Not least the reason is that Sarah Michelle Geller couldn't act her fucking way off a toilet seat. The entire portion of her goddamned brain, which is, in most actors, the good kind, the part that equips you to suggest to others that you are not you, but someone else, a "character" of some difference than the one typically running around with cappuccinos and home-pregnancy tests, totally fucking missing and filled with glitter, adderall, and more home pregnancy tests.

She is such a bad actor, I cannot believe that Hollywood has not pushed her out of the business like a rectum squeezing shit through an anus.

Dude, oh my god that fucking pernicious twat of a child! Disables the auto-destruct by Hybrid-Magic'ing the fucking computer? What the fuck was that shit? With that dip-shit Rain-Main retard Freddy Kruegger running after her dabbing her twat? -Bah, it's worst to remember than the Nazis sweeping through Germany.

You friggin' kids, V, was goddamned lightning in a jar made of lightning! -And, for some reason, fucking HUGE in Europe. Seriously, I had a V note-pad that I got in France in 1985. And I think a hat?

The new series will suck shit from dead assholes for these two reasons:

1.) The new ships are stupid--are they supposed to look like Sleeslak foot-prints, nudge-wink-knuckle-in-the-anus? The original ships are, to this day, the most intimidating city-ships I've ever seen. Independence Day and all that crap are just pale queermo's.

2.) Little Miss Spooky Scientology Herpetological Hottie McSide-Ways-Vagina is nothing compared to the sheer horror of sex-pot dick-explosion in the Real Diana, who kills her boss, the lady that gets the Horny-Beast up and running from Conan the Destroyer.

Suffice, the new one will be pure trash.

You wouldn't have to choose. -Just save Britney; she'd already have a'hold of the bagel.