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The Simpsons was right on, smack dab in the middle of a new trend of somewhat insane rambling characterizations. The show trudges out of a fetid swamp of trivial sewage and once again skips gleefully forward like a smallish schoolboy prancing into adulthood, candy and boogers strewn about a sailers frock. Homer is back travelling the country where he should be, and bart further explores his uncertain future--mama's boy, felon, slouch, morbidly obese nerrdoelle. (spelling subject to approval by Turkish language official, further public comment on this articles spelling to be included in reference subset B, inlaid in appropriate company provided materials, if your materials are dammaged or destroyed, refer to document R-985 of the prescribed silver manual which glistens in the soft California sun, and waiting on the other side was homer carrying his armwrestling trophy, after a pie eating contest, and they sang My Cherona.
I'm trying to watch the war at home, but I've become violently ill. I'm losing all sense of depth and spatial relations in the room, I'm floating and drifting far away from the programming, dreaming of highways and not sweating and pulling at my hair, the war at home does nothing for my situation, and it bounces off of me. Awkward awkward bouncing. The last time I felt this way about a television show, was ten years ago in 1995, I would sit in my perforated basket, and widdle wood, and farther on into the night, bellow at blurry images, hoot and howwell.
I'd like to think this was progress of some sort, Peter followed his dream, and started the A-Team, and for him, there was nothing else necessary, he's a construction of years and years of horrible television programing, and rather than venture into the uncharted, he hopped back into the womb, and thank fucking god someone did.
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