Go Fug Yourself is genius. I laugh out loud every single time I read it. Every Single Time. I want the writers to move in with me so when I need a good chuckle I can beckon them downstairs and say “Now Go!”

This was hilarious too in a naughty Mom-don’t-click-on-this-link-please kind of way. A little bit of snot flew out of my nose when I read this part:

The next morning, when the subject of the previous night came up and someone said, "oh, where's that funny beer can thing we got? Rob, you had it, right?" And everyone looks at me, and I just stare at them for a moment, and then say, "...I fucked it. I fucked it and I hated myself, and now it's gone." There was a slight pause, followed by uproarious laughter. The ridicule took months to subside. 

Heeee…

Peter is downstairs in a mad EBay rampage. He’s selling everything he can find. Running around the house like the mad scientist scanning every room, grabbing things, grunting, then running back downstairs to photograph it and post it online. Go, son, Go! Purge AND make money? Is there anything better?

I have a date with the TV. I shan’t keep it waiting…