Most depictions of the afterlife are pretty dull. Perfect weather. Perfect people. Perfect tacos. I expect, if there is an afterlife, for it to be a bigger challenge. Because it’s always about the journey and not the destination.
Also, in heaven no one farts. There go half my jokes.
For what it’s worth, it’s as bad as I’ve ever seen in my lifetime. Extremism in the defense of idiocy really is a vice. So why can’t we all meet in the middle?
You know with the roadkill.
Not sure who’s going to be around to reanimate a frozen raccoon. Perhaps Verne. Sounds like a duty he’d take on.
I’ll bet we’ve used the “sacrifices must be made” punchline three dozen times. Always with RJ. Always never sacrificing one bit.
This is a good, funny start to the New Year. I can’t say every cartoon we do hits the mark, but this one does.
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You know, there was probably a stale snack cake or two in the garbage crusher scene in Episode IV.
Where there’s a will there’s an RJ.