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PUNTABULOUS DOES T.V. 2

Here I am when I appeared briefly in an episode of 24:

Here I am when Jack Bauer was done with me:

In last night’s episode we were introduced to this season’s completely random and unnecessary storyline. Just like Erin Driscoll’s bipolar suicidal daughter Maya, Chase’s bastard baby whom Chloe had to babysit and Kim Bauer (just Kim Bauer), we are faced with Sean Astin’s crazy coked out sister Jenny. Chances are she will cause this huge ordeal for several episodes and then magically disappear during one of Audrey’s discussions of her and Jack’s relationship which of course will take place during a major national catastrophe.

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OH SNAP!

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BOO YAH!

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Phone this you son of a bitch!

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It had to happen sometime you dirty little bastard!

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That little bastard survived…for now.

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ANCHORS AWAY!

PUNTABULOUSLY DOUBLE-BAGGED 2

Ever have one of those moments when you realize that your parents were young once? It’s terrifying on two levels. One, that they did all the stuff you are currently doing. And two, you’re going to be exactly like them one day. And the thought of you having sex will disgust your children.

Well I had one of these moments this past weekend. I was sitting at dinner with my parents and sister. We were discussing television, when my Dad mentions an episode of Nip/Tuck. The fact that my 60-year-old Dad has seen an episode of Nip/Tuck is enough to drive me to celibacy as it is. Anyway, the episode had a sex scene in which one of the doctors (probably that dreamy Julian McMahon) had one of his patients put a bag over her head when they had sex.

That’s when me and my sister explain “Butter Faces” to my parents. Everything about her is pretty… “But her face”.

This is precisely the moment when my Mom chimes in and says, “Oh, we used to call them Double Baggers. One for the head, and one for down there.”

Me and my sister immediately shriek our disgust, at having above conversation with our Mom, and vow never to speak of it again. Except to tell our other brothers how gross Mom and Dad are. Which is easily our favorite topic of conversation, especially when in the company of Mom and Dad.