Kathy Lee Gifford! I need your advice. How do you get the world to stop talking about you having a sweatshop?
Oh, that's easy. You just give them something else to talk about that upsets them more.
Well, what could be more upsetting to people than running a sweatshop?
That's the hard part. I don't think I've found one yet either.
I'll have to think some more on that, then.
Yeah. Good luck on that. Hey, Wanna see some pictures of my son, Cody? He did the cutest thing the other day. He was in the bathroom and he was playing Blahblahblahblah Blahblahblahblah
Back in high school, Stewart would repeatedly hit the recall button to sort of unscramble the porn channel enough to see a nipple or a bit of beaver.
Heh, that *is* kind of funny.
That's not what I'm laughing about, though.
So what's funny, then?
Stewart was about 84% cooler than gabe and wirthling, repeatedly reloading the as-yet-unmade comic #49990 in order to get the jump on one another for #50000.
Having successfully infiltrated the Soviet headquarters to steal the enemy's plans for The Wheel, Mata Hari swallows the microfiche for safe retrieval later, back in the states.
They'll never find the plans in here! Blarg! I'm choking! Help me, you fools!
Her carefully assembled espionage team does their best to help.
Try raising your arms above your head.
Wash it down with this glass of beer!!
Did I say carefully assembled?
No, you heathen. You're supposed to serve white wine with micro*fiche*.
It's time you started looking for a space job, son. Either that, or help out on the space farm with yer maw and me.
Right after the space football game... oh yeah, and then there's that I Love Space Lucy marathon... and then...
Cue Laugh Track
What's wrong with working at space Woolworth's? I don't want to have a space husband. I'm a space career woman!
Now, dear. I didn't slave away on this space farm with your father and lose my fingers in a space thresher accident so you could spend your life working.
Cue Applause
What are we going to do with these space kids of ours? I don't think they'll ever learn.
I don't know, dear. But I do know what will cheer you up... Moon pies!
Okay, like I want you to put the nails up on this wall so I can hang up my painting from art class. And, um, make sure the nails are equidistant from one another.
Hmmm, or maybe the painting should go on this wall over here. Hmmm, but then it would have to compete for attention with my Hello Kitty collection.
Oh, I don't know! Just go ahead and hang the painting wherever there's some empty space.
I've decided that I do not approve of the version of you that I have created from my skewed perceptions. Apologize, and I'll let you stroke my ego while I belittle you.
No thanks.
Well then, I don't like you! I do not approve of you. I will write at great length about this principle, and attempt to bait you into expending more energy on me!