Now I'm friggin' REALLY mad!

So, I taped (ok, TIVO'd -- does anyone really tape anything with a VCR any more?) Saturday Night Live, as I usually do -- I'm an old fart and I can't stay up until 1 o'clock in the morning to watch 2 funny skits, 5 not funny commercials, rinse and repeat. But this post is not about how many friggin' commercials are on during every, single, friggin' TV show these days. I mean, you have to pay the friggin' bills, but friggin' come on! Hallmark is the friggin'worst; they friggin' reel you in with very few friggin' commercials the first hour or two (or three), then the next 3 friggin' hours is almost more friggin' commercials than friggin' show.

But I friggin' digress. This was not supposed to friggin' be about friggin' commercials. It is about the filthy friggin' language on TV. Now, when I went to school (ok, it was a REALLY LONG time ago), you got punished twice for any friggin' foul language. Once by the school, and then they friggin' called your parents, who finished the friggin' job at home. So, you learned to friggin' control your friggin' mouth, and not say the friggin' words that you might be friggin' thinking.

Evidently, if you friggin' listen to any current friggin' music nowadays, it is friggin' filled with f-bombs, s-words, or worse. Wait, is there anything worse? I'll have to try to friggin' channel George Carlin, the master of the curse word. I mean, he became friggin' famous for talking frankly about them: the seven words you cannot say on TV. "Betcha can't eat just one!" (if you are friggin' old enough to remember that).

But, then friggin' Jenny Slate joins friggin' SNL. They had 18 friggin' years of live TV (according to one friggin' article I read) with no friggin' bad words slipping out of their friggin' mouths. Or, at least, not bad enough to make the friggin' censors cringe. Don't all live friggin' TV shows broadcast on a short friggin' delay nowadays? Maybe the friggin' censors were sleeping -- I mean, I can't stay up that friggin' late, maybe they are all asleep at the friggin' buzzers, and missed her as she lay out a great f-bomb, right in the middle of a friggin' excellent character's debut. The skit was funny, as those friggin' skits go, but I see a future for her friggin' character. But, you know she is thinking f-bomb instead of friggin' each time she is friggin' saying it, and one of the friggin' 100 times she is supposed to say, "friggin'," out it slips. No, I'm not going to friggin' say it, even though the Internet is pretty friggin' lax about friggin' bad words.

Evidently now in friggin' high school, the kids just say friggin' curse words all day, and the teachers either don't care, or they are too wrapped up in their friggin' coddling and "No Child Left Behind" seminars to damage the young adults' fragile friggin' self-image. C'mon, the kids know they aren't supposed to be friggin' saying it, that's what makes it so friggin' fun! Of course, just like "racism," the f-bomb has lots a lot of it's friggin' power, due to being friggin' over-used.

So, I'll pour a cold one here in honor of friggin' Jenny Slate -- ah, heck, for the whole friggin' SNL crew, especially that cute Wiig girl that was playing opposite Jenny (didja see her in Adventureland? She should have had a bigger part. Just my $0.02). This Bud's for you, friggin' Jenny! And, to the friggin' SNL writers, we want more friggin' Jenny on -- we love the friggin' character, in whatever she friggin' wants to do (even if she does friggin' look a little like Adam Sandberg). And, maybe, just friggin' maybe, she'll grace us with some more friggin' f-bombs. Just to piss off the censors.

And ... friggin' out!