Laura Randisi: March 2008 Archives

So, I succumbed to it. It hovered in the cubicle near me, it hung in the air around me and, then, it pounced.

The Plague.

I didn't want to get to know him, but I couldn't fend off his advances any longer. The runny nose, the puffy eyes, the coughing, the sneezing -- you know what I mean. Practically all of York County has had some meeting with Mr. P. (Luckily, I didn't get to meet his best friend, Pukey.)

And the cure? MEDICINE. (But, it wasn't that easy.)

I know a lot of closet "Family Guy" fans. People who love Stewie's diabolical sense of humor, Peter's lack of political correctness, Loris' total oblivion to Stewie's plot to kill her, Chris' weird thing with the evil monkey in his bedroom and Meg's, well, lets just say she's special.

So, judging from the TV show's complete wrongness yet hilarious plots, I figured the movie "Family Guy - Blue Harvest" would be a perfect pick to veg out with. I was wrong.