A Diamond In The Fluff
95% of the cumulative total of sitcom material is vapid drivel. Watching more than 90 minutes' worth makes me feel like if I were to move my head too vigorously from one side to the other, the thick gruel-like substance that used to be my brain will come pouring out of my ears in a truly unholy scene.
Occasionally, though, one can happen upon valuable philosophical nuggets:
"Son, if you ain't mad enough at your friend to go 9 rounds of brutal bare-knuckle streetfighting, you ain't got no reason to stay mad." ~ That 70's Show
Words to live by.
Or die by, if your friend is Grungor, Destructor of Souls.
