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Saturday, January 17, 2009

Sometimes, I'm an Idiot

Trying to break The Short Bus' addiction to Curious George, I tried out a new show with him the other day: Toot & Puddle. The premise being two pigs who are buddies, one of whom travels around the world while the other has adventures in their own backyard.

Anyway, we start watching...turns out Toot is going away to London; he's very excited about his trip and promises to send back pictures for Puddle. They're in the house hanging around til finally we hear a horn and Toot's like "okay, that's my taxi for the airport! See ya!"

At which point I flip out. "A taxi? THE AIRPORT?!!?! For a pig? REEEally!" and I spend about 3 minutes stomping around yammering to Short Bus re: the absurdity that a pig could get a cab and go to an airport and get on a plane. It took Short Bus staring at me with his "dude. what the fuck?" face to get me to listen to myself and how stupid I sounded...since 2 minutes earlier I seemingly had no problem with these pigs living in a house, dressed in human clothes, using a telephone and, you know...talking. So.
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