After watching an animated piece of shit hosting a Christmas show in which Santa and Jesus do a singing number a la Sinatra and Crosby and among a dozen other bits of creative genius (if you disagree, no worries, the sense of humor is like the universe and not everyone is ready for deep space travel, after all, somebody needs to stay here minding the cows), I watched The 4 Million Child Blow with a 41 year old man's confrontation of the childhood trauma of not being molested by his father ending with him telling Kenny G that he kisses like is father (you had to be there). In between, god appeared after a really bad Rod Stewart concert and told an eight year old with facial stubble from hormone pills that boys don't get periods. Yeah, classic shit.
