March 13th, 2002. A cruel twist of fate.

At 7:30 pm on weekdays, we can see the Simpsons on the cartoon network here. At 7:28, I sat down in front of the TV and couldn't find the remote. Shit, that means the cable won't work (since I can't turn on the box) and I'm limited to only 5 channels. Luckily, one of the five was the cartoon network.

I settled back into my seat smiling, and enjoyed the opening sequence. It was one I hadn't seen before, where the couch is a trough full of water and the family runs in with their bums on fire. Then the show begins...in Japanese! Without the convertors, I can't change it to English. I don't know who's sick idea of a joke this was, to hide the convertors, but I hope they die a slow, firey death and rot in the burning rivers of hell with a pitch fork up their ass for all eternity.

I watched and laughed along anyway, since I already know the jokes, but it wasn't the same.

Jay et al.

The dickie always gets 'em.

Thanks, kid.

Ha ha ha!

Thump.

Two guys and a monkey, bathing a clown.

Do you mind?

The Marge impression.