Don't fuck
with the plumberduck!

I'm curious what Col. Cliburn thinks, because he's the only real commenter here.

I have vague recollections of eating at a Montgomery Ward's restaurant booth.

I'll admit to having a pair of plastic frames that were a mix of dark red and dark yellow that resembled the color of a scab - which was expertly displayed in my 5th grade school photo where I had a scab on my forehead that looked like it flaked off of my glasses.

I'm pretty sure it was K-Mart that revolutionized the whole thing in the late 90s by licensing shitty McDonald's franchises in their stores. Wal-Mart, of course, took the exact same idea, along with McDonald's, and beat K-Mart into submission.

He has no idea about anything beyond it being peeled-grape day at the nursing home. If everyone stays in line, they'll get to play some BINGO.

Guffaw! Jolly good show! Your wit and elitism know no limitations, my good fellow!

You go away because you're an elitist dork.

And damn, I don't remember the 90s being that ugly.

Col. Cliburn: Muffy, dear, are we outliers?

“I want to find somebody who was in it,” Rogers says.

You have no idea quite how large my bladder is.

Nope. I've confused TV with the internet.

It's gone to the cats.

I have a dog with a magic horn and wings!

I don't want to be the one to pointer fingers, but I bet the network is to blame for this bull.

I blame you for this and Donald Trump.

What a zany idea!

Yeah, they cockered this up.

Me: MY KIDS ARE HUSKY ALRIGHT, AND YOU'RE ALSO THE GABBIEST STORE CLERK I'VE EVER MET.