Welcome
to...
Welcome to a land of eternal damnation... where
Alf and Aliens in the Family were never cancelled, and the image of the Olsen
twins is carved into your cornea by a jagged scalpel. A land where Sienfeld
clones are never in short supply, and the Friends theme song is played over and
over and over until your ears bleed. You can never change the channel, click the
remote, go to the bathroom, or get a sandwich. You're tightly bound to a
Lay-Z-Boy chair and forced to listen to the cast of Sienfeld whine...
"Oh, nooooo! It's liiint!!! It's liiint!!!!"
"Holy
bedsheets, Jerry! You've got lint in your house!!!"
"OF COURSE IT'S LINT,
GEORGE! DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT!?!"
"What do we do Jerry!? That lint
looks mighty, uh, linty..."
"Let's call Elaine!
Elaaaaine!"
{rrrring}
"Hi, Jerry. What's up?"
"We've got lint in our
house! Liiint!!!"
{the door opens and Kramer literally slides
in}
"Actually, I think that lint's kind of cute..."
"You would, Kramer...
you're a pod person! Wait... there's only one person disgusting enough to leave
lint in my house..."
EVERYONE: "NEWMAN!!!"
There can only be one place this horrible... and
you're there. Welcome to Sitcom Hell.