Liberace played him on the 1960s Batman TV show.
I love you.
Ok…
In the midst of all this Homersexual (ewww, thats my DAD!) Hot Saucy Ay-rab hating yeller bellied douchebag stuff and the couch jumping Frylock juniors (with or without shoes and signs) with icecream foot and mouth disease asides we have missed a very important fact here…
Anamikka, I am taking your to Cafe Society. If there is a yummy spiced turnip recipe, I needs it!
You know, in your case, the whole thing could have been avoided had you nipped his jumping on someone else’s couch in the bud in the first place.
One time when I was playing Batman, I jumped off the couch and accidentally landed on a bottle of tobasco. They refused to believe me at the ER.
You accidentally a whole bottle?
There’s not wrong with diddling goats or Muppets as long as everyone involved is a consenting adult. The Tabasco sauce is optional.
Statistically speaking, it is rather rare for a toddler to be molested by a chili burglar.
I think I can help.
Yep. Clearly a fuckwit parent.
I IM’d you. 
That made me lol. This is a great thread. One day I will say something was like taking Tabasco sauce from a baby and no one else will know what I’m talking about.
Maybe there was a sign on his back that said, “My kid is for others to parent?”
Oh, you’re right, of course. I had forgotten completely about the very real possibility of a sign of that nature existing. My mistake.
No worries. Next time, just make sure you take your shoes off before you jump right in like that.
Probably Frylock typing with those cloven hoofs.
Hey, you know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe Frylock doesn’t have the full story. Maybe the guy who grabbed his kid had a good reason. Maybe the guy’s mother was reincarnated as a couch and he’s not sure as which one so every time he sees one being defaced, he has to leap to its defense. One never knows.
That scenario has the makings of a TV show.
That’s right. And to accost that couch in bare feet, no less–what an insult to her memory. Fucking heathens. Won’t someone think of the dead? And then there is the small male child (pre school age) I witnessed in a McDonald’s several years ago–standing on a table whilst mumsy blathered on to her companion, oblivious.
People who allow their independently mobile offspring to cavort about sans shoes in public waiting rooms have a name. That name is trash, couch or no couch.
But I am left with an important question: back to the Tabasco sauce scenario. Is it better to dip toddler toes in the sauce or dribble the sauce on the toes?
and to the guy who saved the drowning toddler girl and got shit for it. I’m sorry that happened to you, but you’re a good guy.
I’m amazed that you guys figured out the thing about the couch being a reincarnation of the guy’s mother. What you don’t get is this is part of what made it reasonable.
You see, the man’s mother was Hitler…
You know, several people in this thread claimed that the were going to use the phrase “like taking Tabasco from a baby,” but we haven’t heard any anecdotes of the results. Frankly, I’m disappointed with the progress. If I’m going to be the point of origin of an internet meme, we have to get cracking.