Friday, May 25, 2012

A word to the Ys

Sesame Street used to be really quite weird when it started in the Renaissance.

10 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Are birdies and bees still required for cross-pollination?
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Rachel said...

It's Yentl!

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

You mean this post isn't about a sunken city off the coast of Brittany?

Sha'n't... be... back!!!

mikey said...

Doods got a surfeit of heads and and excessive and diverse junk, but he's hurtin' for fingers.

Kind of a ripoff in his case - all that junk and a severe digit shortfall.

Like that dood on the Twilight Zone who finally was free to read all the time after the holocaust and that's when he broke his glasses.

It's like the dood has ten thousand spoons, when all he needs is a knife. Positively ironic....

mikey said...

Hey, waitaminute.

Just noticed. The Pope's underpants are around his ankles. What's up with that?

Ahh, the Catholic clergy.

Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.

Smut Clyde said...

Apparently that is Albertus Magnus, Bishop of Ratisbon, which is why he is wearing a fish-head.

fish said...

Oh go fuck yourself.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

It might get all bendy and broken, fish.

So Y might have to seek other Y, for fun, and commitments.
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Another Kiwi said...

Popeman is confused; Should he molest or scold?

Substance McGravitas said...

Oh Norah, wake up. He just likes boys.