The merry christmas lynch
we had enough. the sitcom period of history had to end, one way or another. Canned laughter, bad repetitive srorytelling, stupid misunderstandings, faked amotional moments followed by a sympathetic sigh from a live audiance that died of malnurisment long ago. and of course, the greatest evil, that they had. HAD to pay for , was the christmas specials, where the cameras were foggy-flitered, like some cheap porno. they had to pay for this crime most of all. for spilling sacharine on our heritage.
so there was no other way. the continuoum of human progress depended on this step.
so we strung them all, all those polyesther wearing “musicians”. from now on, authenticity will decide the programming and not some suite.
so the “partridges” all, dangled from the pear tree. creaking as the weak branches struggled. next year we will do the ” friends”!!!!