This brawny babe has gone from Daisy Duke to dizzy puke as in dizzy pukes on that sex shelf of hers she's got on display. Every man alive is begging to chug bug juice and eat franks and beans from a paper plate and then force himself to up chuck all over those naughty things. Drizzle them in sizzly gut acid. Brundlefly them boobies. Take the uneaten beans and hot dogs and smash the whole paper plate into her cleavage so that it's all dripping and tumbling off and down her dress and she's just begging for more, more, more!
it's hard to shake the feeling that I've always got five stars in this Grand Theft Auto known as life.
Now, inexplicably, season three is looming over us like some sort of dome. Season one's plot asked whether or not the town could get out from under the dome. Apparently the answer was "no". Season two asked "I guess we're really stuck, huh?" and the answer was "yup".
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