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PUNTABULOUS COUNTER PUNTABULOUS

February 14, 2007
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Time for another round of Puntabulous Counter Puntabulous! Craig and Olivia go head to head over one of society’s most important issues: Which fictional character has the best super powers?

Be warned: Some Heroes spoilers if you’re not caught up!


Craig: If I were to have someone’s super powers, it would totally be Nathan Petrelli’s from the TV show Heroes. I mean, come on! The ability to fly is TOTALLY the best super power in the world. Plus, if I were Nathan Petrelli, I’d be all suave/corporate business man who looks totally hot with his shirt off and gets to have sex with online porn stars.


Olivia: Forget that jerk, I’m all for Peter Petrelli! You think flying is fancy? Well Peter can fly too, along with anything else anyone he meets can do! Nathan is a terrible brother to poor sweet Peter, and totally cheats on his wife with your treasured online porn star. You are a sick man, Craig.


Craig: First off: Cute! We’re brothers! Second: Let’s focus less on the philandering, and more on the awesomeness of flying! Plus, Nathan isn’t invincible like Superman, all he can do is fly, which takes a lot of responsibility off of him. If a bad guy starts shooting a gun, he can be all like: “Don’t look at me, all I do is fly!” And then fly away. And clearly if I’m gonna have a super power, it’s not gonna be to help people, it’ll be to have fun. Which is more important. Note the lack of a question mark. Not a question, a statement.


Olivia: He WOULD say something like “Don’t look at me, all I do is fly!” And you know why? Bad person. Let’s look at Peter, hey, he just saved the world! Wow! That seems like something that anyone would do if given the chance, oh wait. I’m forgetting a certain Nathan Petrelli who tried to prevent Peter from saving the world, and, in fact, didn’t really care after he did. Oh, and what’s this I hear now from Jesus who is telling me? WOW! AND CLAIRE IS THE ILLEGITIMATE LOVE CHILD OF NATHAN? The same Nathan that didn’t really care if she died? Oops, that baby daddy messed up! But don’t look at him, all he can do is fly. Uncle Peter’s got cho back though.


Craig: Hmmm… Now that you say “Uncle Peter” it just makes that little flirtation they had going when she went to visit him in jail all the grosser. Plus, if I could fly, I wouldn’t need to drive anywhere anymore. Think of all the gas I’d be saving! That just goes to show how much I care about the environment! Does Peter care about the environment? No. His whining and complaining about not being able to control his powers sounds like a lot of hot air. Hot Air = Greenhouse Gases. Greenhouse Gases = Huge Hole in the Ozone Layer. Thanks a lot Peter! I hope he’s willing to pay for my SPF 5000 sun block!


Olivia: Peter WOULD be willing to pay for your sun block, that’s just the kind of person he is. And flirtation? No sir, that was the care and love of an uncle. And I noticed you have no immediate response to my pointing out of the fact that crappy Nathan was going to let his daughter die! You know who else doesn’t care if his daughter dies? Satan. Nathan = Satan. And oh! They rhyme! How cute!


Craig: Well I think we can both agree how cute we are. But! It’s not like Nathan knew Peter was going to save his daughter Claire. All he knew was crazy Peter wanted to go put himself in danger’s way. He was just trying to protect his little brother! He’s like a mama bear protecting her young. But a hot man mama bear who can fly! But you’ve failed to mention why Peter’s powers are so cool. What are they again? Super Mega Whinyness? Mighty Morphin Emo Hair?


Olivia: I will not agree on how cute we are for the simple reason of wanting to disagree with you. And yes, actually, Peter DOES have Mighty Morphin Emo Hair, and I think out of all the Emo Hairs, that is the best kind to have. Peter can fly, be invisible, paint the future, regenerate, read minds, and spontaneously combust. Peter could kick Nathan’s ass any day of the week, then fly away, get eaten by an eagle, regenerate his arm that was eaten by the eagle, turn invisible so that the eagle can’t see him, and then read the eagle’s mind for the heck of it. Twenty. Times. Cooler. Than. Stupid Nathan.


Craig: See, the problem with having too many powers is that people will start expecting too much from you. If you read one eagle’s mind, suddenly everyone will be coming to you asking to read their cat’s mind, or their dog’s mind. And then all of a sudden you’re the freaking pet psychic. And you’re on some Animal Planet show hosted by Mario Lopez. Yeah, real cool. Woosh! Woosh! What’s that? That’s me flying around all cool and stuff.


Olivia: Not impressed. I’m sorry, but Peter is too busy saving the world to even care about what pets are thinking. Last time I checked, he was partially invisible, no one can even find him. Woosh, Woosh! What’s that? Oh, it’s Nathan Petrelli being a jerk and associating with mobsters or something, whoever Linderman is. Oh, stab, stab! What’s that? Nathan getting killed. Snap, Crackle, and POP sir!


Craig: If Nathan associates with mobsters, I’m sure it’s just for the benefit of his family and/or cleaning up after his crazy brother Peter’s public displays of lunacy. Nathan has the coolest powers because 1) He can fly, 2) He can ONLY fly and how can anyone be expected to save the world when all they can do is fly, so he can spend less time saving the world and more time having fun and flying, and 3) Who said having the coolest powers had anything to do with being a good person?


Olivia: Peter is about twenty six times cooler and more amazing that Nathan. And more hardcore. Peter absorbs powers, and not in a hobo way. Peter is way nicer than Nathan, more heroic, and saved Nathan’s daughter, how’s that for a slice of fried genius?! And as you pointed out, Peter has Mighty Morphin Emo Hair, and I like that. There’s no Average Joe haircut there, Nathan. Peter’s an individual, and noble. So there, Good day, Sir.

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December 4, 2006
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In today’s edition of Puntabulous-Counter-Puntabulous, Craig and Olivia go head to head over this seasons most important question. Which Christmas Carol is the best?


Olivia: The Twelve Days of Christmas is indubitably the BEST Christmas song there is. It covers everything Christmas related, and is sung to a snappy tune. It’s not just a short, sissy Christmas song either, it’s long! To sing it takes mad skill.


Craig: Are you kidding me!? Anyone in their right mind knows that The Little Drummer Boy is by FAR the best Christmas Carol. If by “snappy” you mean that the listener will “want to snap their head off out of boredom because the song is so freaking long and repetitive” then I would have to agree, your choice is snappy indeed.


Olivia: Little Drummer Boy?! Are you serious!!?? The singer of the song has to sing the drumming! That’s cheap! Rum bum bum BUM!? Rum bum bum suck is more like it! The Twelve Days of Christmas has something for everyone, my favorite, “fiiiive golden rings.” Every sane person loves to sing that part. I assume that since you’d want to snap your head off while listening to The Twelve Days of Christmas I will assume you are a crazy person. I can’t take your word for anything.


Craig: Oh. My. God. Not only is that song the worst, but that verse is even worser! Five Golden Rings! That is the point of the song where everyone who sings it, actually THINKS they can sing, and they accentuate, exagerate, elongate and any other “ates” out there because they think they are actually good singers! The Little Drummer boy is about a poor little boy who can’t afford to get Baby Jesus any gold, frankincense, or mir and can only give him the music from his drum. Anyone who doesn’t love that hates poor people and Baby Jesus.


Olivia: Sounds like something a crazy person would say to me. Twelve days of Christmas is about TRUE LOVE! Last time I checked, true love conquers all. Do I even need to keep debating? Yes, yes I do. But not because I didn’t make the greatest point ever there, but because I wish to verbally abuse you. Check it out: geese a-laying? maids a-milking? That’s right, you have eggs and milk from that song, you won’t go hungry. Poor little drummer boy can’t get you food, only shitty drumming, he’s poor!


Craig: It would seem that my suspicions are correct. You DO hate poor people. Poor children even! This “true love” that’s always sending crap to the singers house must be like a gazillionaire or something, which I suppose is the only reason why you love it so much. You love money! If this really were “true love” as you say, then why does the person need to buy their love with all those ridiculous presents? Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum comes from the heart, directly through my soul and into the heart of Baby Jesus.


Olivia: I call it like I see it. I do love money, because I could buy Baby Jesus presents if I had to, I wouldn’t have to go through the town drumming and waking everyone up, including Baby Jesus who was newly born and probably taking a nap!! Baby Jesus hates random drumming! But he loves two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.


Craig: Actually, there was no one in the vicinity of the exquisitely beautiful drumming because money hungry monsters such as yourself wouldn’t give Baby Jesus’ parental units a room in any of the inns because they were broke! So they were in the ass crack of Bethlehem, where only themselves and farm animals were around to appreciate such fine drumming. Also, Baby Jesus wasn’t napping because there was too much saving-the-world to do. I’m pretty sure the Bible says that the drumming acted as his “thinkin’ music”.


Olivia: Your sacreligious defense of The Little Drummer Boy makes me throw up in my mouth! I’m relatively sure now that the Little Drummer Boy was probably the Antichrist anyway, who else would drum to wake up little Baby Jesus who was trying to take a nap before saving the world, etc.?? The Twelve Days of Christmas didn’t wake up Baby Jesus! It’s about presents! Who doesn’t love presents!? Sinners! That’s who! You know what else sinners like? Little Drummer Boys.


Craig: You’re right. The Twelve Days of Christmas didn’t wake up Baby Jesus, or anyone for that matter because it is the most boring Christmas Carol in the whole wide world. It doesn’t wake people up, it puts them to sleep! Eleven Pipers Piping! Ten Lords a Leaping! Nine Ladies blah biddy blah blah zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Wait. What was that? The gentle drumming of a poor little orphan boy? I’m suddenly awake and interested again! Yay for little boys!


Olivia: I beg to diffa. (Like on American Idol.) Twelve Days of Christmas or one stupid drumming idiot child that wakes up towns and Baby Jesus and whom Jesus hates. If you don’t agree with me on this one, Jesus hates you also. And so do I. Twelve Days of Christmas has something for everyone!!! Ten Lords a Leaping! I LOVE lords! I love birds in trees! And so does God.


Craig: That’s it! I couldn’t figure out who you reminded me of, but your American Idol reference totally jogged my memory! You’re like Paula Abdul! You have no idea what you’re talking about! The Little Drummer Boy is the best because it proves that you don’t have to be rich, to be my messiah. And unless these Lords are leaping directly into my lap, I’m afraid that I don’t give a damn about them. Ladies Dancing? Nope! Not interested! Oh, and a partridge in a pear tree? Sorry! Return to sender!

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November 6, 2006
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Once again, Puntabulous goes head-to-head regarding some serious issues!

In today’s edition, we decide which Disney Princess is the biggest Hoochie Mama.


Craig: Although it is painfully obvious, I would like to declare what everyone around the world already knows: Princess Ariel from The Little Mermaid is the biggest cartoon hoochie mama to have ever been drawn.


Olivia: As if, Craig. As…if. Painfully obvious my bum, the only thing painful about it is how wrong you are. The biggest hoochie mama among the Disney Princesses is, of course, Cinderella from Cinderella.


Craig: Pa-sha! Right! Cinderella is a southern belle compared to Ariel! (hey that rhymes!) At least Cinderella has the decency to wear clothes. Ariel is all hooched out in those purple clams that hardly cover up those ghetto jubblies of hers. Oh and memo to Ariel: a fish tale does NOT constitute pants. She should be ashamed of herself!


Olivia: Uh, Hello?! Let me crack an egg of knowlege over your head; Cinderella is obviously a prostitute, and her “step-mother” is obviously her pimp. That’s why she wouldn’t let her go to the ball, because she already had two (the “step-sisters”) hookers workin’ the ball! Cinderella was the pretty whore, and would detract business from the other two.


Craig: At least Cinderella was hanging out with other women! Ariel didn’t want any part of that homoerotic burlesque show King Triton passed off as his daughters performing! This Ariel hoochie wanted a show of her own, so she insisted on surrounding herself with guys, or as I like to call them (flavas of the sea). Let’s see: Flounder: Guy; Sebastian: Guy; Scuttle: Guy. Sensing a pattern here?


Olivia: Fine, let’s see if you can wrap your mind around this one: Glass Slipper=sex. Cinderella is easy, she puts out on the first date. The Prince got her glass slipper, and it was so good he had to find her.


Craig: Not only has my mind been wrapped by this, but it has also been bored and put to sleep by this. You know what’s more interesting than far-fetched sexual metaphors? Bestiality. That’s right. Bestiality. Ariel duped Prince Eric into having sex with a half human half fish. Half fish still equals whole bestiality!


Olivia: Far-fetched my ass, your face is far-fetched! Ariel was being totally forced to get all up on Prince Eric, duh. Ursula was going to take her soul if she couldn’t get him to fall in love with her! What would you do in a situation like that!? Cinderella just had to be back by midnight, her curfew, obviously. But that skank couldn’t even do that, she was busy getting hot and heavy with Prince Charming. And he was “charming” her dress right off, but she’s easy, so it wasn’t that hard for him.


Craig: I think you mean to say that my face is fetching. But I’ll let that slight miscommunication slide this time. What I can’t let slide is your slandering of poor, sweet, gentle, Cinderella. We all know that Cinderella was the poor unsuspecting victim of a rufie, slipped to her by Prince “Charming”. Ariel is anything but a victim. She stanks of fish and is in a constant state of moistness. I can only imaging the diseases that awaited Prince Eric on their wedding night.


Olivia: Dear sir, I cannot believe YOUR slander of MY slander of that whore, Cinderella. First of all, she lives in an attic and is friends with mice, mice carry loads of diseases, ie, bubonic plague? Exactly. Ariel is half fish, and hangs out with sea creatures, nothing weird there! And wedding night disease? If she’s such a skank then there’d be some pre-wedding night Dermocystidium (a fish disease that leaves lesions on fish).


Craig: Don’t try and confuse matters with your slanderous slander of my counter slander! The facts remain, Ariel is the biggest hoochie mama going. Let’s go down the facts: 1) She hardly fits her clams into her clams. 2) She duped Prince Eric into peforming Bestiality. We all know one thing leads to another! What next? Duping him into gay marriage!? 3) Her constant smell of the sea. Something smells fishy in the house of Disney! And it’s coming from between Ariel’s fins!


Olivia: You hooligan, you have got to be taking crazy pills. Let’s review: Cinderella lets her glass slipper just fall off for anyone, Cinderella is a hooker, Cinderella has mice for friends because she has so many diseases those are the only friends she can get. Ariel was a forced whore, therefore, ruling her out of the whoriness. Cinderella conquers the hoochie mama battle.

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October 22, 2006
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Welcome to another edition of Puntabulous-Counter-Puntabulous! In today’s edition, Craig and Olivia go head to head over one of the most important issues facing our times. Who is the best disgustingly skinny celebrity?

Here we go!


Olivia: As all of the world knows, Nicole Richie is the greatest star of our time. She is not only talented, but is an inspiration to all young girls for how to keep your stick-like figure!


Craig: I’m afraid I’m going to have to disagree. Actually no, I’m not so afraid. I’m for Kate Bosworth all the way. She’s like the dark horse of the skinny actress competition. No one expects it from her. She’s Kate Bosworth after all! She was in Blue Crush! But have you seen her lately? Wham! Disgusting!


Olivia: You must be joking dearest Craig. Nicole Richie was the original skinny celeb. Her boobs are melting away, THAT’S skinny! And she’s quite a joker, after being pointed out as super-skinny, she and her dear pal Lindsey Lohan joked about it on MTV. Oh, Nicole, you slay me!


Craig: What does being the original have to do about being the best? Was Richard Harris a better Dumbledore than Michael Gambon? Was Farrah Fawcett a better Charlie’s Angel than Drew Barrymore? Was Optimus Prime a better Autobot leader than Hot Rod? Okay, maybe that last one is a bad example. But the case remains, being the original does not equal being the best.


Olivia: Let’s go over some amazing originals followed by total crap. Original M&M’s, followed by crap crispy ones. Original Cap’n Crunch, followed by nasty crap Crunch Berries. The Orignal All-American Rejects album followed by the okay Move Along album but the first album was way better. Oh, and Nicole Richie followed by that whore Kate Bosworth. Knock-off.


Craig: First off, Crunch Berries is delicious. Are delicious? I’m not sure. Secondly, why the hell is Nichole Richie famous anyway? She contributes absolutely nothing to society. Oh wait, I take that back, she did appear in episodes of “8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter” and “Eve”. So she actually contributes negatively to society. Kate Bosworth was Lois Lane for goodness sakes! And not it that Goes-Psycho-in-a-Suburban-Community-Margot-Kidder way either!


Olivia: This is not a Crunch Berry Debate Craigory, this is a skinny celeb debate! Nicole Richie put herself into the shoes of others in multiple seasons of “The Simple Life.” Has effing Kate Bosworth done that?! No, no she has not. She parades around all “Ohhhh, I’m Kate Bosworth, I’m SO skinny! Look! I’m Lois Lane too! Weee!” Like a crazy person! Kate Bosworth=crazy person.


Craig: Let’s see, the first season of “The Simple Life” was funny, while the other two seasons were not. Oh wait, Nicole Richie got skinner with every season! Nicole Richie was not skinny when the good season of “The Simple Life” aired, making your point moot. But it appears as though you are not going to give up on this. So I see I need to bring out the big guns! Kate Bosworth has two different color eyes! Eyes! Two different colors! Bang! Bang!


Olivia: Oh yeah? Well Nicole Richie used to be a man! A MAN! That’s right! He then decided to be a feminist, but had to be a woman to do so! He/She went THAT far to put herself into the shoes of another! Then she wanted to see how the children affected by famine in Africa felt! BANG BANG Craig! What now!!!???


Craig: Yeah! Well one time! Kate Bosworth pretended to work as a cashier! To see how it feels to work her life away in front of a cash register! But then she won a contest to go on a date with this really hot celebrity that she was totally crushing on! But he turned out to be a jerk and she ended up with Topher Grace instead. That was totally awesome! So Kate does her fair share of charity work! I mean, who else is gonna dump Josh Duhamel for Topher Grace!


Olivia: Hmm, let’s see famine… cashier…. famine… cashier… FAMINE! Nicole Richie totally reinvented herself in the name of starving children. She even took out her extensions to show that she meant business. And she’s adopted, so she started on her journey to see what it’s like in others’ shoes very early, she wanted to see what it was like to be adopted by a music sensation! Did your precious Kate start that early? No sir…


Craig: The only reason Nicole Richie is so interested in starving children is because SHE IS A STARVING CHILD! Oh wait, so is Kate Bosworth. Moving on, you know the old saying, “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover”? I couldn’t agree more. Instead, we should judge people upon the people they date. Let’s see, Kate Bosworth dated Orlando Bloom. Orlando Bloom! Legolas for fucks sake! Nicole dated DJ AM. Who? Yeah, exactly!


Olivia: Whatev. Nicole Richie could kick Kate Bosworth’s ass. Or the bone that’s in the place of her ass, you know, because they’re so skinny and all. Nicole Richie is skinnier, more charitable, more understanding, and all in all better than stupid Kate Bosworth. Seriously, who has a name like BOSWORTH! She’s not Bos-Worth my time.


Craig: Oh please! Kate Bosworth is courageous (see Superman Returns), adorable (see Win a Date with Tad Hamilton), and tough-as-nails (see Blue Crush). Nicole Richie is moronic (see The Simple Life), idiotic (see The Simple Life), and insect-like (see her anytime). Besides, the only thing Nicole Richie could do to hurt someone is ask them to take her seriously.

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October 8, 2006
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Welcome to the first of many Puntabulous Counter Puntabulous Debates!

In today’s furious debate, Craig and Olivia go head to head over the age old question: “Which is the best color gummi bear?”


Craig: It is a known fact throughout the vast reaches of the universe (which formed a mere 6,000 years ago) that green is the best color gummi bear.


Olivia: No, dear Craig, you are completely and utterly wrong. Everyone knows that since the beginning of time the red gummi bear has reigned supreme. There are records of Jesus, dinosaurs, and William Shatner all affirming this fact.


Craig: Oh Olivia, so young, so naive. While it looks as though William Shatner has had his fair share of gummi bears I cannot take the word of a made-up species conceived by left wing liberal crazies as an attempt bring society further away from God. Besides, green is the color of the Incredible Hulk, and HULK SMASH RED GUMMI BEARS! RAARARAARRR!


Olivia: Silly Craig, you MUST know that not only did the liberal wackos make up these “dinosaurs” but also the Incredible Hulk to represent freedom of religion. You see, the Hulk has the freedom to smash, crush, and generally mess things up, just as religions other than those who fear the almighty God, are obviously terrorists, hate freedom, and generally enjoy bombing things. This is a prime example of why green, the color of that wacky green party, is a worthless gummi bear. Red represents America, and Freedom, dear sir. Do you hate freedom?


Craig: How dare you imply that I hate freedom! I adore freedom! If freedom were a really hot guy, I would make out with him! That’s why I believe we all have the freedom to pick our favorite gummi bear flavor. (But only if it’s green.) Now consider this: When teachers grade papers, they mark it up in evil red ink. Wrong Answers = Red; Red = Evil; Evil = Wrong Answer; Wrong Answer = Red Gummi Bear.


Olivia: You must remember though that you only get bad red ink marks when you get a question wrong. If you get a question wrong, you are uneducated and therefore have nothing to contribute to society. If you hate red marks and take it out on gummi bears, you are a clear failure in life. Failures in life like green gummi bears.


Craig: Oh yes, green is certainly the color of failure. Let’s count all the other wonderful things that are green shall we? Plants: the givers of precious oxygen; Christmas Trees: the givers of Christmas presents; Grass: the givers of soft lawns. What’s red you ask? Bloody stumps of flesh after a shark attack. That’s just disgusting.


Olivia: See?! You have even admitted that green is, in fact, the color of failure. Not only failure, but gangrene, vomit, sometimes feces, and germs. Do you like germs? Green is also an eye color, do you want to eat someone’s eye? Red is the color of love, anyone with a heart would love red gummi bears.


Craig: Actually I do like germs. They build up anti-bodies and make my immunity stronger. So thank you green gummi bears, thank you for giving me anti-bodies and making me a healthier and stronger human being. The only thing I’ve gotten from red gummi bears is a broken heart. And crabs.


Olivia: So this hatred of red gummi bears is personal then? You say they gave you a broken heart, nothing you say can be trusted now. You cannot take part in a serious gummi bear debate with your personal life stuck right there in the middle of it! Green gummi bears are for those who are vain, envy others, and love money more than Jesus. Good job, Jesus hater.


Craig: How dare you imply that I hate Jesus! I adore Jesus! If Jesus were a really hot guy, I would make out with him! Plus, how could I be vain AND envy others? I may be vain, but the only other person I envy is myself. And what’s so bad about money? Maybe if Jesus had more money he’d be able to afford something other than sandals and an old robe. CAJBFFAEAE: Craig and Jesus, Best Friends Forever, And Eva, And Eva.


Olivia: I see you have no more reasons as to why green gummi bears are better than red! Shall I consider this a surrender? Or that I have beaten you with my red gummi bear intellect? Red is the color of blood, which flows to my brain in order to provide oxygen through osmosis as well as cell respiration. This in turn makes my brain function highly for heated debates such as this one.


Craig: Let’s weigh the evidence, shall we? Green = 1) Money, 2) Anti-body building germs, 3) The Incredible Hulk. What do all these things have in common? Success. Red = 1) Bloody stumps of flesh after a shark attack, 2) Bloody stumps of flesh after a bear attack, 3) Bloody stumps of flesh after a wild boar attack. What do all these things have in common? Failure. If you want to be a failure, then by all means, eat red gummi bears. But don’t come crawling to me asking me to donate one of my limbs to you. Because I won’t. I’ll be too busy rolling around naked in an anti-body infested bed of 100 dollar bills with Eric Bana. I rest my case.


Olivia: Although I believe the greatness of red gummi bears speaks for itself, I will provide a review of the reasons why they are so great. Shatner loves them, George W Bush loves them (and may I add he has NEVER been wrong about anything), and Jesus loves them. They are the gummi bear of freedom, you commy! Viva la red gummi bears! Red=Love. You will have no love in your life if you like nasty crap green gummi bears. None! I will have SO much love! Callum Blue, here I come. And you know why? Red gummi bears.

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