Original Air Date: September 22, 1952
Happy New Year, Ballers!
We open this week on Lucy in her hoarder’s closet. We all have one. Mine looks like Christmas and Hanukkah had a baby and no one cleaned up the afterbirth.
So yeah. Apparently Ethel and Fred have an attic. They’re clearly rolling in money, because these days that Upper East Side crawl space would make a “cozy 2-bedroom steal at $3200/mo.”
(Or: The Cast Puts the Bic in Transphobic)
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We open on –
Sorry but no. I can’t start there. What’s with the title? I’m so sick and tired of this highfalutin, frenchified, European english.
This is ‘murca, and it’s mustache here, not “moustache.” Even my text editor just spell-corrected that commie version with the “ou.”
You want to spell things like some socialist micro-car-driving wine snob? Move to Sweden and buy an Ikea.
But when you write for television, which was founded here in the home of the free, you cut out the “o” along with humility, affordable health care, and gun control.
USA! USA! USA!
(OR: The one with the actual horse’s ass)
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Ballers, you remember that time you and three other people spent every waking second together, and you never seemed to interact with anyone else, and it sorta felt like you couldn’t escape?
Unless you’re schizophrenic, in jail, or homeschooled, no. No, you don’t remember that.
WTF Lucy 