Well, at least this time no one sat on it in the dark.

Holy crap, yes. Just so long as she wears Mrs. Frederick horn-rimmed glasses.

It's her thing now. She owns it.

Everyone: "BOYLE SAID 'BOOM!'"

"What, did you make the cover of Hair Pulled-Back Magazine?"
Gina is the real-life Cheryl Tunt.

*SLAP* Don't praise the cotton swabs!

Maybe it's under the couch with the vegetables. You should look—it's fascinating under there now.

I'm just glad Rigby's brother wasn't there—it's a little disconcerting, a six foot raccoon with no clothes on and a really big groinular area. I mean, their parents wear clothes, why can't he?

I found it incredible an intangible ghost could actually retain one on his person.

Probably for the best—the costume was starting to smell like rancid goat cheese.

Never go full retart.

"Well, it took 85 years, but my neck finally looks like my vagina."

I too found it far too lengthy, and Jimmy whirling around the room shocked at each turn dependent on the fact he probably couldn't physically bump any of them likely for fear of damaging the props. Though that vulture got tapped.

Ohhh, I get it. It's artsy because the title has a symbolic vagina in it.

So they were cereal rapists?

Well, they did give him some every few years or so. I particularly remember one time back in the late 80's when 900 numbers were all the rage for kid-oriented material and you could call in to vote whether or not to award or taunt the rabbit with no cereal.

Don't bungle or bobble the Fingal dopple.

It took me a full season. And I thought Dick Butkus was a moniker the Zabrovoians didn't understand was male and gave it to their young female daughter.

Oh come now—there has to be more comments than this for such a well-deserved and incredibly clever comedy.

I got a sense it was a "let's make fun of this" since they spam the hell out of both mailboxes and email boxes (god forbid if you ever gave them an email address—I get an average of two to three from them weekly).