Bert and the Puffy Ball
To the fancy-free spinster aunt there is no greater symbol of patriarchal oppression than matrimony. So it’s no surprise that in our spare time, nothing gives us greater pleasure than mocking it. Today the always-effervescent Drunken Lagomorph reads my mind with a short but satisfying vituperation on the creepy phenomenon of conjugal email accounts.
I am also driven up the wall by married people who eat off each other’s plates in restaurants, who say "I’ll have to check with Rocko" before they will commit to so much as meeting for a cup of coffee, who say "I’ll have to check with Rocko" when what they really mean is, "I would rather die than meet you for coffee and am stalling until I can think up an excuse," and who, no matter what the topic of conversation, must quote the brilliant Rocko as though he were Confucius, or Jon Stewart, or something.