Hey, Saturday


For God’s sake, Mary, let the man move in before you start to meddlize him.


Uh oh, when LuAnn gives a guy another chance, it usually ends up in a near matrimonial experience. Run, Mr. Downey, run far away and fast. Transfer to the George V in Paris or something, but do it now.


Sunny has good hair.


Just shut up, Jermey, just shut the fuck up. Bullwinkle and Red Skelton were among the greatest comedic geniuses of the American 20th century. They should be taught in every High School in America, you little creep. Honestly, how do Connie and whatzhisname stand it?

Saturday Agony

Margo is so bossy, she must be an Aries. Maybe a Leo, but she’s not egotistically generous enough (Leos will borrow money to lend it to make themselves look good). And she’s not enough of a party girl to be a Sagittarius. So if she’s not an Aries, maybe a Capricorn or Scorpio, but I still vote for an Aries. Oh, and who doesn’t Margo’s mother’s psychic/astrologer, Diane Devine, remind you of? Artwork anyone?


Oh, yeah, Hanna? Good riddance, and live happily ever after.