KITH fans rejoice!!!

http://www.cbc.ca/arts/tv/story/2008/12/05/kids-hall.html

Kids in the Hall returning to CBC with a new show! All five members returning!

I might have to move to Canuckistan by 2010 so I can catch it. Damn. I'm going to go plug in my KITH DVD's and watch a few hours just to celebrate.

"It's a chicken! It's a kid! It's a chicken-kid!"
"What have you done?"

 

Yes!

 

I saw the thread title and wondered if it was started by a KISS fan with a lisp and a habit of phonetic spelling...

 

My pen! My pen!

 

I think our supreme leader is some kind of twisted ass freak.

 

I'm a Canadian. It's like an American, but without the gun.

 

Beff, whut can I do?

 

Dear Guy I clotheslined as you went by on your bicycle. You don’t know me, but I’m the guy who broke your collarbone. Now, I’ve asked myself over and over, why did I clothesline that guy? Perhaps I watched too much slapstick as a kid and expected you to get up after being violently assaulted. Imagine my confusion when you did not. Although not so confused that I’d actually hang around.
In all fairness, it was pretty funny. I mean, the last thing you’d expect as you were riding merrily by on your bike is that someone you didn’t know at all would stick out his arm and crush your throat. I mean, you really should’ve seen it, it was just like, wham! Bam!

Anyway… in closing, as you lay there convalescing in your hospital bed, I’m forced to wonder, what were you doing riding your bike on the sidewalk anyway? Huh, ya asshole? SideWALK? Maybe sometimes we bring heartache upon ourselves.
Signed, the guy that collapsed your trachea.

 

I once shot a man just to watch him die. Then I got distracted and missed it.

 

I just can't work again. I want it to work, but I don't think it will.

 

I agree with Bubbler, that said...

Kevin: Daddy drank...

Dave: Oh, son! Son, how many girls called you today? Zero? And how many girls called you yesterday? Lemme guess -- zero? Well, you know what they say, son. Zero plus zero equals FAG! Zero times any other number always equals FAG! Think about it, ya little mathematician.

Kevin: Daddy was a salesman. Daddy drank...

Dave:Son! Son, wake up! Wake up! It's midnight Christmas eve, and I just wanted so say thank you, son. I don't deserve this, son. I don't deserve anything to be honest with you. I just don't deserve this. What the hell is this? Tap shoes? I don't dance. I can't dance, ya little bastard!

 

All the money they'll spend on the new skits can only mean one thing...

SCREW YOU, TAXPAYER!