I'd like to think that even after Jim Henson's death we can still count on the Muppets to maintain their innocence, and not go off screwing around with people.
Note: this post originally appeared at stevesilver.blogspot.com on 9/5/'02. The original post can be accessed here. …







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76 - Charity
I heart Tighler the Great.
77 - Duckman
WOW. Let's hope this guy never makes into the Christian Coalalition huh?
There just muppets and Weezer is just a band having fun.
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78 - Tom Johnson
You know, in 1729, this guy named Jonathan Swift proposed that the Irish eat their babies to keep from starving or further burdening the dwindling resources of the country. I think the majority of you Weezer fans upset by this 9 month old joke need to give it a thorough reading.
Scary, the lack of comprehension.
79 - Spriggit D. Fingerpig
Goodness me! This topic has certainly generated some heated discussion.
I think everyone has missed the most critical point entirely, though. There is something here that needs to be considered, thoughtfully, carefully, and thoroughly. What is that something, I hear you ask?
Foam-burn.
Yes, scurge of mupppet-humpers everywhere. Foam may squash well, but rubbing against it for protracted periods of time leads to a horrendous case of foam-burn. It's like carpet-burn, but more insidious; it lets you think everything is hunky-dory, but then after fifteen minutes of porking miss Piggy or rogering Rolf, bam! Foreskin like slice of ripe tomato in your Whopper. It's raw, it burns, and it makes you wish like hell you had used the J-lube, or at least a condom. If you think getting a regular pig wet is hard, just you wait until you try miss foamy-twat Piggy.
Even Kermit laments this; needless to say, only 99% of our frog friend is green. The remaining 1% is red, and raw, and bleeding. He's been mistaken for Jewish on numerous occasions as a result.
So, remember girls and boys: Foam-burn. The silent scourge.
80 - Eric Olsen
SDF, hilarious if vile, I won't ask how you know these things
Steve Silver, where are you?