If you can't say anything nice...

Hey, it was a long weekend, I took El Staj to the zoo, so fuckin sue me.

OK, now listen, I really have no intention of addressing whatever fucking white noise is being generated by the cheapseaters down there.
Partially because I'm trying to maintain an air of base civility here, just to prove that I can, and partially because if I start I ain't sure I'll be able to stop, if you know what I mean.
I'm just going to say, first, that maybe you two could go get a room on someone else's fuckin blog, and second, we got a word back home for guys like you who wear cowboy boots.
(CLUE: It rhymes with "shrugstore")

I swear to fuck, this fucking show is going to give me a fuckin embolism, I'm almost done Season 2, and pretty much every jeezing episode has at least one moment that's just like getting kicked in the eggs.

Oh, and as far as Junior Agent Astrid "Aspirin/Asterix/Astro/Astringent" Farnsworth goes,

Her identification as a Lesbianator has reduced neither the amount nor frequency of wood-drawing attendant to viewing of the series.
For whatever that's worth.


Parting thought, cats and kittens:
I know being stupid isn't illegal, but refusal to do anything about it oughtta be.

Cheech