You’re right about “King of the Hill.” I probably never would have seen an episode without your encouragement. Now it’s one of my favorite things. But I like it as much for the peripheral conversations as I do for the show itself. Like this:
“Wow. They’re drunk as bicycles.”
“Drunk as what?”
“Bicycles.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Have you ever seen a bicycle try to stand up by itself?”
“Oh. They’re getting in the garbage can together!”
Mutual laughter.
“What really matters is whether they get out together. They’re going to have one hell of a hangover.”
“Yep. He’s getting orange juice.”
I’ve been that drunk — and that hung over — and from experience I can tell you the real test of true love is this:
You’re both so hung over that your hair hurts and you can’t pass a bathroom without trying to throw up the corn and carrots your body must hold in a little reserve organ for just such an occasion. There’s a limited amount of coffee, orange juice and aspirin.
True love is when you share all of them. Including the commode.
