My bologna has a first name; it's H-O-M-E-R...
I traced this likeness of Homer in the dust of the TV screen after my roommate, John, went to bed. He despises The Simpsons. This is just one of my ways of teasing him for being a non-Simpsons-watching infidel.
I bet that he will compare this to the mashed potatoes scene with Richard Dreyfuss in Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
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How does someone despise The Simpsons. I can understand gettiing tired of it and losing interest, or not being socially aware enough to get the jokes, but how can you despise it?
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