I was just telling my friends at the Homer Simpson and His Funny Family workgroup news network place about this so-called problem that the chicks in my life say I have. Now don't go flippin' out just yet. "He be getting on here and not talking about the show!" The FlipScrip is talking about the show. Tell me now. Where the H-E-double hockey sticks is it written that I can't enjoy Robot 3000 with a glass of fine sweat Kentucky bourbon?
I hear 'em screamin' now! "FlipScrip, you have a problem!" "Flip, why must you drink to enjoy television?" "Your bourbon is so darn expensive!" "Quit vomiting between the cushions!" "Leave the cat alone!"
That's all I hear. I'm a fella just trying to unwind after a day at the batting cages and putt-putt range. Christ, them balls ain't free, you know. Can I help it if it takes a little of the sweat brown water to settle me down? And come on fellas, help me out here, isn't that robot thing a little funnier after a drink or two. And Leela.... well, let's just say I sometimes I go through a couple of socks on a Sunday night. Yeah, baby, yeah! Come to pappa, you one eyed little vixen. Lord help me.
You know what? Done copied this thing, mostly from what I done told the Simpsonians. But I think its an issue we should be talking about. Especially, since all we will be doing the next few months is rewatching our video tapes of the existing episodes, over and over and over and over. It's just that... well, forget. what. you. bourbon. I go now.