Your currently watching one of the best shows that have ever been made. My mother, car is the funnies, most original shows ever. This is episode ten and I'm sure you've been watching them all in order. If not, shame on you. This show should be appreciated like a fine wine. Sometimes, it's best to just sit back and enjoy.
With that said, I would like to go on a little rant here for a bit if you don't mind. I hate ventriloquists. With a passion. I feel it's the lowest form of art or talent or time spent on any one thing. I have watched paint dry, I really have, and it wasn't that bad of a time. Because in the back of my head I know I could be watching a ventriloquist. Just knowing that I'm not in that level of hell makes even the most painful slivers a breath of fresh air. I've been know to say that I don't care what my child wants to be when he, or she, grows up as long as it's not a ventriloquist.
"Hey, dad. I'm a cross dresser."
"Well, son. You go out there and be the best he she you can be."
"Thanks dad. I think it will help my ventriloquist act."
"I HAVE NO SON! GET OUT!"
I'm looking forward to that Christmas at the Lennon house.