There are a lot of things I don’t really understand. Like String Theory, Two and a Half Men, and why anyone ever wants to play Monopoly. Then rampant consumerism shat out this mind-boggling turd. Bodiless, yodeling pants with a wiener remote? This is the pinnacle of our achievement. I’ll just set them here next to my dancing fish trophy, dancing daisy with sunglasses and California Raisin figurine then curl up in my Snuggie in front of this burning oil spill. Oh, and also, I’ll be using a whale’s spout as a port-o-john. I heart you nature.