No Brocktoon tags?
I should want to write him a letter telling him how good he was in the episode where he taught everyone how to cook. I shouldn't want to type that letter on a death certificate.
I should want to cook him a simple meal, but I shouldn't want to cut into him, to tear the flesh, to wear the flesh, to be born unto new worlds where his flesh becomes my key.
I should want to buy him a normal, unpoisoned drink. I shouldn't want to wear his anus like a cockring, feeling his puffy red blossom pulsate around my shaft as I slit his throat and sup upon the godblood that courses through his veins.
I just kind of skipped around, but this episode seems to consist of people marveling at how stupid Wesley is.
BONUS CHILD RACISM starting at 5:28.
I only watched the first 10 seconds or so, but I like how the audience, real or fake, laughed at the kid when he pricked himself sewing, like it was slipping on a banana peel or something.
"He got caught with this stuff called 'AIDS' [...] Boy, he must really be in trouble."
*canned sitcom laughter*
This submission inspired me to read the entire history of Mr. Belvedere starting in the 1940's.
The writers deftly weave a father's subtle homophobia alongside a sensitive AIDS story.
To be fair it was 1986 *not defending it but it was 1986?*
This wasn't in the fun kit.
So can you get AIDS from a toilet seat or not???
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