This weekend, I laughed like I’ve never laughed before.
I laughed so hard, and for so long, that breathing became extremely hard. I howled like a banshee in heat (although I’m only guessing what a banshee in heat might sound like). I cried so many tears, it was equal to the output of Niagara Falls.
The reason for this uncontrollable happiness? FUTURAMA!
Where else can you watch men condemned to death by snoo-snoo, thanks to giant alien Amazon women with a great basketball team (which can’t dunk but has great fundamentals), and governed by a giant femputer voiced by Bea (The Golden Girls’ Dorothy) Arthur?
Where else can you find an alien planet who’s national anthem is the Vulcan pon-farr combat song from Star Trek?
Where else will you see the President of Earth (Richard Nixon’s head), greet Mordo, the alien newscaster, like this…
“Hello Mordo. How’s the family?”
“Belligerent and numerous!”
By the way, Mordo also picks a class of schoolkids for his “Vermin of the Week” segment…
Where else will worms from a bad egg-salad sandwich, bought at an interstellar truck stop washroom, turn you into a super-strength, super-brained love machine?
And where will you hear people speaking like this…
“Can I have my Nobel prize?”
“No! Not only do you NOT get a Nobel prize for unleashing this bloated man ball on civilization, but you’re kicked out of science as well!!”
This show is by far better than The Simpsons. The Simpsons is absolutely tired compared to the indescribable hilarity and zany pastiches of this show. Cancelled in its prime, you must ALL watch Futurama on DVD as soon as possible.
Or Mordo will destroy you all, human scum! BWAHAHAHA!
