GINGER TUESDAYS ARE BACK!!

That's right, tids! With the recent advent of really, really lame episodes of The Hills, and with more allegations coming forward that the show is one big pile of fakeness, not to mention that the show is booooring now, I have decided to put an immediate halt to any and all Hills posts. It's like every new episode makes me sadder and sadder I have wasted so much time on Lauren, Whitney, Audrina, and Heidi. I was recently reading Perez Hilton (like I always do; I hate him, but I love him. He's like CNN for valley girls) and he mentioned that right now, Lauren and Whitney et all are filming episodes in Paris. Yep. And rumour has it (is it even a rumour anymore? It's more like obvious fact) MTV producers just held an open call for a male lead for Lauren to fall head-over-heels with. What part of The Hills makes it a reality show? The fact that its stars are real girls, not robots? That they use real film to shoot on (not that sub-par Flam: film-like image recordable tape)? I don't get it. It's either the fakest reality television show ever, or the lamest, most boring teen drama ever.

With that being said, I am ushering in a new era of Ginger Tuesday. Today we will honour the Skip-Raid's time honoured tradition of dehumanizing Gingers on the most holy of anti-Ginger days: Tuesday. And now I bring you today's Ginger. How I missed this Ginger is beyond me. Classy. Lazy. A lover of Bon-Bons. My personal hero...Name: Margaret "Peggy" Bundy
Age: 40-ish?
Why is she famous? Because she was on one of the best shows ever, Married...with Children.
Okay, remember when you were a kid, and there was the Big 3 shows most kids weren't allowed to watch? Married...with Children, Roseanne, and The Simpsons. Well thanks to my parents having faith early on that I would be a humorist (that, or they just gave up on me) they let me watch all three. Oddly enough, the only show I wasn't allowed to watch was Power Rangers (I know - they thought it would encourage my sister and I to fight). Whatever, that show was lame anyways. But yeah, I loved Married. I hate when people act so pompous and treat low-brow humour like dogshit stuck to their shoe. To me, low-brow is According to Jim. Or Yes, Dear. Or The Bill Engval Show. Married is still as funny today as it was 10 years ago. And while I do love Peg, despite being a daywalker, I do enjoy that she did not produce any gross Ginger offspring. Just Kelly and Bud (aka Grandmaster B, aka Bed-wetter B, Cross-Dresser B, Grandma B, Grand bastard, Grand Marshall B)
Anyways, I encourage all of the naysayers out there to sit and watch an episode or two, and you will realize that Married...with Children was fucking hilarious.