Murmle doochucki. Mip wizzy lulu fandle. Coochoo calenot.
Mr. Show is the best. The rest of you shut the fuck up. Especially you lumps (that's right, bastardized Barry-Gifford-cum-David-Lynch-character-for-a-screen-name person, I'm speaking upwind of your pulchritudiounsly putrid puss) who love making other people feel stupid. Take all of your "witty sarcasm (?!?!?!?!?!)" and hang it in your filthy, rarely-wiped asshole. If Bob and Dave were dead, they'd be spinning in their graves hearing you talk to a fellow fan in that fashion (not to mention Mssrs. Lynch and Gifford). And then they'd rise up and eat you and your under-evolved families. [Except for you, PRS Dave, because I love the line about Mr. Graham's crackers L-O-fucking-L!!!] Go fuck yourself, and when yas get to hell, I'll be waiting there to taunt you a second time. On the subject of season 4: be patient, my fellow peons, I'm sure we shall see it soon.