Happy happy joy joy

I own the Ren and Stimpy soundtrack. Best. Cartoon. Ever! (or in my world)

 

No, it's not nearly as crazed. Which probably wouldn't sell that much bread.

 

See this button?

DON'T TOUCH IT!

It's the history eraser button, you fool!

 

"I smell something STEEN-KEY!"

I swear my TV has smell-o-vision. You could smell the tooth holes.

 

It's log, it's log ... it's big, it's heavy, it's wood.
It's log, it's log ... it's better than bad. It's good!

 

What rolls downstairs, alone or in pairs?

 

... and rolls over your neighbor's dog?

It's great for a snack, and fits on your back

It's Log, Log, Log!

 

Announcer guy: Will he hold out, folks? Can he?

Stimpy: NO I CAN'T!

Announcer guy: Tune in next week as.... **POOF**

 

Will take R&S anyday over Beavis and Butthead -- though, not sure if those two are on comparable levels.

 

I thought the same thing when Ren was sick. When the blankets were pulled back to find him plastered to the bed by his sweat and snots...ewww.

 

The Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen


Our Country wreaks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle soars are the best
We proudly wear woman's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts
And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to *thbppth*
And that is our great reward
For being the-uh Ro-yal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen

The Complete Version:

STIMPY: Remember the royal anthem of the kilted yaksmen!

Our Country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean-up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts

REN & STIMPY:
And buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun.

STIMPY: That's it.

REN & STIMPY:
And we will probably go to *thbppth*
And that is our great reward
For being the-uh-Roy-yal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen

STIMPY: Come on everybody

Our Country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean-up after them
And out saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts
And buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to *thbppth*
And that is our great reward
For being the-uh-Roy-yal Candian Kilted Yaksmen