aka es mi dia primero aka quack quack quack

Men know what men like.

I don’t even think we have orphanages anymore in America, so Burns is actually doing good work in demolishing that abandoned property. Where’s my No Prize? I’d like it delivered to 123 Fake Street, Lost Angeles, CA 90090. I’m going to leave that typo there, because if I ever need to make a production studio, I’m going to call it Lost Angeles productions.

There was a print of Guernica hanging in the foreign languages building at my high school. Also, in 11th grade Spanish, I sat across from a big photo of Machu Pichu. My Spanish name was Iñaki, which is both Basque and badass.

Smithers, navy painter.

I won a game of Simon Says at summer camp like 15 or 20 years ago whose prize was a Coke and the guy never gave me that Coke. Also, the very next day (or possibly the next week or previous year) the same guy promised a hot dog if someone could guess who was singing on radio station. It was an oldies funk, soul and r&b station and I guess, correctly, Chaka Khan. He was surprised I would know that. (In fact, I didn’t know, it was a total guess). I never got that hot dog.

And so ends this chapter of Thad’s Summer Camp Stories.

P.S. Holy shit, Smithers’s eye! I’ve seen this episode several dozen times and I’ve never noticed it before just now.

I blame the failure of Snrub Gambit on Smithers. He should have been at the city hall the day before talking up Snrub around the water coolers like Tobias did about the Fünke guy everybody’s talking about.

Damn their oily hides!

Burns is introduced in this scene with the Darth Vader theme from Star Wars. Also, I think it would’ve been funny if, after Smithers said they see Burns as an ogre, Burns screamed “Neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrddddddddddssssssss!!!” like Ogre from Revenge of the Nerds. But that might have only been funny to me and three other people.

I like to think Burns still made that greyhound fur tuxedo when his dogs started losing. After, of course, killing two for matching clogs.