I just watched a classic South Park episode where a Godzilla sized Barbara Streisand is defeated by Robert Smith from The Cure.
Radio Times suggested in his review of my Christmas song that it was highly inappropriate to invite Perry Como over to sleep at my Christmas party, so Robert and I (with the help of The Walt) ejected old Perry in a similar fashion, pulling his reindeer turtleneck sweater over his head and kickn his croon’n backside out onto the front lawn.
I feel much better now.
“Oh my god, they just killed Perry! Bastards!”
Those Walts, you just can’t take them anywhere. Thanks guys…