balding angrily

I don’t remember doing this, but apparently in a moment of bad judgment I showed my nieces Pickle Surprise. All Easter Sunday they kept saying, “Plop the ham thusly please” in an affected accent. It’s not that there is anything overtly wrong with Pickle Surprise; it’s just incongruous to hear the coke-fueled words of a green-sequined phallic symbol come out of a middle-school-aged, giggly girl. It’s also strange to watch Jerry imitate a tranny by putting his fingers up to his eyes, Batdance-like, and say, “Hammmmmmm” while seated around the table set for a dinner to celebrate the risen Christ.