You're right. If Jerry Falwell couldn't tell the difference between Teletubbies and actual humans, Monica Cole could never grasp the subtle difference between a muppet and an actual person, even though Teletubbies have feet, and Miss Piggy has gloved hands but no pig's feet -- not even when she's pickled.
Well, yeah. But that because Howdy Doody was a marionette which have been scientifically proven to cause gayness in young boys. Traditional, hand-up-the-ass puppets, not so much. Even though it's like fisting, which is kinda ironic.
I recall, back in the early 50's, a children's radio show teaching me the lyrics to "Barnacle Bill the Sailor". 1 was 6, so had no clue why a sweet young maiden would be letting old Bill in at the dark of the hour.
You know, whole act of puppetry is an unnatural affront to all that is good and holy. The only time anow artificial being should be controlled and commanded what to say by a hand sticking up it's ass is when it's politically funded by the Koch brothers.
I do wonder what's wrong with her life that she has to focus on something so ridiculous. I feel bad that she's probably never had a pleasant sexual encounter. I've spent most of my life seeking out pleasant sexual encounters, probably way more time than I should have spent.
That smile on the face of one of God's army, Monica above, is more of a leer, like that of a mountain lion cornering Bambi.
I hope I'm not the first to put this in the thread.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcE...
http://i.imgur.com/8macjFy.gif
Are you kidding? Can you imagine the fainting fit once this woman realizes that a man has his hand elbow deep up Miss Piggy's rear end?
This woman should never see "Meet The Feebles". Or come to think of it, perhaps she should.
You're right. If Jerry Falwell couldn't tell the difference between Teletubbies and actual humans, Monica Cole could never grasp the subtle difference between a muppet and an actual person, even though Teletubbies have feet, and Miss Piggy has gloved hands but no pig's feet -- not even when she's pickled.
Well, yeah. But that because Howdy Doody was a marionette which have been scientifically proven to cause gayness in young boys. Traditional, hand-up-the-ass puppets, not so much. Even though it's like fisting, which is kinda ironic.
Well, I suppose someone, somewhere, might agree about that.
I recall, back in the early 50's, a children's radio show teaching me the lyrics to "Barnacle Bill the Sailor". 1 was 6, so had no clue why a sweet young maiden would be letting old Bill in at the dark of the hour.
I've never actually minded when that happens.
You know, whole act of puppetry is an unnatural affront to all that is good and holy. The only time anow artificial being should be controlled and commanded what to say by a hand sticking up it's ass is when it's politically funded by the Koch brothers.
And with the lead male character portrayed by one of the libbiest liberals I've ever had the pleasure to meet.
Dream on.
I like that in a gif.
.....to bang her like she's a screen door in a hurricane, and I bet she'd lighten right up.....*steals that*
I do wonder what's wrong with her life that she has to focus on something so ridiculous. I feel bad that she's probably never had a pleasant sexual encounter. I've spent most of my life seeking out pleasant sexual encounters, probably way more time than I should have spent.