Dear God,
If you love us, then the cameraman put sugar in Ted’s gas tank. Right?
Love,
rockle and Draelin and Otto, et al.
No, I just can’t hate Ted. It’s not his fault. The Weevils are tricking him by pretending to have good manners.
I simply cannot believe that the Sleazers have gotten to the first two clues first…words fail me. Must go pick the girlfriend up at the train now (she had to close the store tonight). Cross your fingers that we make it back in time to catch the end.
Dear Santa,
I’ve been really really good this year. Extra good. Except for wishing ill on a few others, but hey, who doesn’t? All I want for Christmas is for the Weavers to lose.
rockle and Otto say hi.
Love,
Drae
I guess it takes more than an hour or so to realize that the Weavers are Evil Incarnate.
At this point I can only hope that Ted is watching this tonight, realizes what he’s done, and is reduced to repeatedly punching himself in the groin in an effort to atone.
If he’s not, I’m sure we can find someone willing to do it for him.
Door J for JESUS!
Drop Rolly on his damn HEAD!
While the effing Who-vers pray, why don’t we all yarp? That’s it, y’all - we’ll yarp to Dog!
Aww … Meg really wanted to do it. I’m feeling a lot of Linz Love right now. As I recall, Alex isn’t really spoken for …
Oh … uh … yarp!!
“Rolly is so weird!”
You said it, Ma. Maybe God actually gave you some of that wisdom and you finally twigged to the fact that you’re raising an entire brood of FREAKS!
Yarp.
AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!
That is all for now.
Has anyone seen my shoes? Oh, wait, my husband has hidden them so I don’t have anything to throw at the television.
“Stayd.”
“Stahd.”
“Stahd.”
Hee.
“This is so unfair.”
What?? WHAT???
Forget the baby Jesus. The effin’ Weavers make me cry.
Wait … did they just call the Linzes the “GI Janes”? The FUCK? And how is having to LOOK FOR CLUES “unfair”? The HELL? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?
Sore losers? “We beat them and they know it”? WHERE THE FUCK IS PHIL? Somebody needs a smackdown and a nap. And my head is going to EXPLODE!
Just when I thought I couldn’t hate them any more, they get worse.
“Calling people names. How rude.” Yes it is, you CLUELESS BITCH.
“It doesn’t make me less of a better person.” Ah … I love the smell of badly-worded desperate rationalization.
rockle!! You said “nap”, and she took one! Use your powers for good, Grasshopper!!!
Do it, Rachel Weaver, quit! Do it, Rebecca Weaver, quit! Do it, Linda Weaver, quit! Do it - do it NOW! QUIT! QUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!
They’re messing with us. They’re fuggin’ messing with us. The damn Weevils, after all that pissing and moaning, are gonna wander off for two minutes and find the earliest departure time.
“I can’t even count that high.” Yeah, not enough fingers and toes to get past 22. No wonder you failed math twice, skank.
On the more serious tip, folks … if they quit in the middle of this, they will have proven us a hundred percent right about them. That’ll feel good. 
I think Ma Weaver is warm to Ted’s form.
Why don’t they walk around, in a pattern rather than walking around the field bitching and moaning?? As long as they get up before 5:00ish they’ll be ok.
Man, I almost lost it again when Wee Carissa was showing that frowny cry face.