The neighborhood I grew up next to had streets named after cigarettes. They just really ran out of ideas. On the plus side, refreshing lack of pretense, I guess.

And Maggie just won't shut up.

…. Yeah, ditto. One of the reviews I actually WANTED to be longer so I could try to remember it a tiny bit more, damnit. Vaguely remember the Twin Peaks thing. … which is weird because as a gifted kid whose parents couldn't afford much in terms of expanding my horizons, I got a flute (and books, lots of books).

The cosmic ballet goes on.

Not him, who drafted the Paris Peace Accords?

30 Helen Lovejoys agree.

It would have been awesome if they immediately started making Fudd beer instead.

You know what, I take back my recent bitching. I'd be okay with that.

they could've made this clearer.

… They made fun of this on Futurama, ffs. And it's on TV. DAMN YOU INTERNET YOU'RE NOT PART OF THIS. Other than cheating, because the sheer joy is stumbling across this when there's no good reason you should even be awake.

Lisa needs braces.

Whereas my family taped almost every episode on VHS, then my brother and I rewatched them repeatedly (no cable)… so when I got to college and we'd watch syndicated episodes I'd get all twitchy about the parts that had been disappeared Dunbar style.

Winter squash is where it's at. Our garden buttercups lasted til effing May. As did garlic and oniononion and dried beans. Lots of enchiladas were made.

I know you meant well, but dang if that sentence just don't look right.

Let's.

https://www.youtube.com/wat…

Except the one time it is.

Ditto, saying as someone who loved SWC.
Just… Damn. The balls on the man. And Helen Thomas. And the fucking stupid press - majority thereof - saying the day after he blew it, because they were so entrenched they couldn't see a damn thing. Amazing.

Eclairs, dude.
And Paris Brest (for the ladies…)

Do yourself a favor, bookmark O'Neals author page. With the exception when that lovable drunk decides to procreate and take time off, it makes me oh so damn happy on a near daily basis. He also gave me the phrase "punk as artisinal fuck", which is surprisingly useful.