I was brought back to times of happiness when Julie was talking about having to listen to a certain someone play the saxophone and she said "Saxamaphone, saxamaphooone." I miss the Simpsons. There, I said it. It's been boiling up inside me for quite some time now and I haven't really told anyone. Remember the one where Homer meets the guy who thinks he's Michael Jackson in the crazy house? Then they sing that song to Lisa on her birthday, she would've had a really crummy birthday without that psycho. You gotta love the one where Australia tries to kick Bart in the hiney with that giant boot. I don't know, I guess it's something I'll have to work through myself. But I had to get it off my chest.
Sorry if I got you down.
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