After the last post, it seemed like many of you pooh-poohed the tyranny of living under Tunch. Well, now I have evidence. I just went to the living room and tried to watch a back episode of Luck, and this is what happened- the vicious tyrant jumped up on me, pinned me helpless to the lazy-boy, and began clawing my stomach and chest while roaring fiercely at me. Here is the video proof of this terrifying encounter (I’m sorry about the quality of the film, but I was under duress – but who would really bitch about the quality of video smuggled from a warzone?):
The crunching you hear is Rosie mangling a rawhide. But seriously, do you now understand the yoke of totalitarian Tunch oppression under which I toil and bring you this website? Who among you could handle this kind of fierce domination and dehumanization? I deal with this on a daily basis.
The things I do for you all.