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Dr. Thorpe: Hey, this one is actually pretty hot.
Zack: This is just taken from a picture-based dictionary. It's the definition for the word "Marcus."
Dr. Thorpe: Somehow imagining that cyclops struggling around inside the other woman's womb is just really doing it for me.
Zack: Is she coming or going? You never can tell ever since the Japanese invented unbirth.
Dr. Thorpe: Hey, we all have some weird little thing that gets our motor running, and mine just happens to be aliens trapped inside wombs. And as far as I'm concerned she's going, because if she was getting back up there it's just kind of weird and I don't see why that's arousing at all. I like to think that she's trapped in there up to her neck and she's struggling to get out. I mean, that's what does it for me.
Zack: I like the motion lines around Amy's vagina. Like Leela is really gyrating and squirming around. It just makes it that much hotter. Amy is so happy about it, Leela seems worried.
Dr. Thorpe: Yeah, the power-struggle combined with the return-to-the-womb thing is what lends the picture its erotic poignancy.
Zack: I think the thing I appreciate most about this picture is the way the artist drew a shadow under Amy's left heel. Like "oh, one shadow is enough, I think I'll just stop there."
Dr. Thorpe: Maybe it's a work in progress. You can't just whip up a picture like this in five minutes, it might take a month or two of work to get it just right.
Zack: Yeah, this is like revision 16. In another month he'll have the amniotic fluids spilling out and the sheen of placenta on Leela's face.
The first phase of The Olive Garden's cyber rollout will introduce their Neverending Pneumatic Pasta Tube. This works on the same principal as bank drive-thru deposit tubes, but with unfrozen linguini and spaghetti.
Do you remember the crazy clothes and hair of the 1990s? Do you remember Crystal Pepsi and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Do you remember where you hid the box your mother gave you?
It's still okay to like Ben Stiller, guys.
Fashion SWAT... the fashion industry is obsessed with impracticality. We know that what designers create was never meant to be worn by the grimy masses, but that doesn't somehow diminish how ridiculous many of these costumes are. Make no mistake, they are costumes, and like a Halloween prize pageant we will turn our discerning gaze on the grievous fashion misfires of Paris, Milan, and New York. We're not pulling any punches, and we're definitely not interested in making any friends. We're Joan Rivers without Melissa Rivers to temper our screeching. We're the Fashion Police in jack boots. We are Fashion SWAT.