And she was both substitute teacher of the year and Texas Boggle Champion.
We should not forget, though we may long to, her size 12 feet and gargantuan bowel movements.
All right goddammit, I will put up with a lot in this life, but I will not put up with anyone slagging the Manger Babies! MANGER BABIES RULE!
Yeah, the Manger Babies kick ass!
It’s not THEIR fault a ditz has her hand up their asses. Her mama is in prison, it’s not her fault.
I liked the one where she was in a cult, and then Peggy joined. “Jams, jellies. Jams, jellies.”
Size 12? No, they’re size 16+1/2s altered to look like 16s.
Brace yourself:
[Mr. Garrison] MANGER BABIES! You die! You die and you go to hell! [/Mr. Garrison]
Tiburon, you just made my list.
(by the way, the line is “you die! you go to hell and you die!”)
Oh, and so you know, slagging puppets by referencing a guy with a puppet? Not so much.
heh. Thanks for the line correction.
Bring it on!
Yeah, Peggy Hill gets on my nerves. It was funny when Hank was able to handle her by simply saying, “You’re pretty, Peggy. You look real pretty.” So she got all flustered and forgot what she wanted to complain to him about. Heeheehee!
Another funny scene, only it didn’t have Peggy in it:
Bobby: Why do you always hate what you don’t understand?
Hank: I don’t hate you, Bobby!
Bobby: That’s not what I’m talking about!! (or something like that)
Otto it is actually “You go to hell. You go to hell and you die.”
I’ve been meaning to ask this- Is Chuck Mangione from Texas? He’s on there quite a bit. I liked it when the propane explosion support group all panicked and ran at the sound of Chuck emptying condensation from his horn (it sounded like gas escaping), and when he got mad at the anger management group teacher and hit him with his fluegelhorn.
The beauty of the SDMB is that its handling of “fuck” is similar to the way the PG-13 handles “fuck”, only in reverse.
If you say “I love fucking my girlfriend”, that’s perfectly acceptable. But if you say “You are a fucking moron”, then it belongs in the BBQ Pit.
And thus harmony is restored to the universe as it should be.
(By which I mean, in order to be able to use the F-word in a movie and still have it rated PG-13, the word can only be used once, and it can’t be used in a sexual context. So “fuck you” is okay, but “fuck me” will draw you an R rating. Except if the movie is My Best Friend’s Wedding. I still don’t know how they managed to sneak that one by the ratings board.)