Friday, June 13, 2008

Where are Max and Ruby's parents?

This isn't a new question, but having been subjected to several episodes of Max and Ruby over the last week, the answer is clear. They ran. They couldn't stand one more minute of their daughter's pedantic simpering and saccharine self-righteousness. The little bitch just doesn't shut up. And frankly, no parent should have to be constantly reminded of how wrong they may be doing things. They are the parents for fuck sakes! They have every right to be grumpy, hell, even screw up once in a while. But no, they have to have the high-pitched running parental commentary of a seven year old dremmelling into their brain. And really, when you have an over-functioning type-A little princess running things and constantly trying to parent her dim-witted and verbally challenged 3 year old brother, why stick around?

So, where are Max and Ruby's parents?
In Vegas, getting hammered and laid and trying to forget they have children at all.

1 comment:

The Dani Lama said...


Go Max! Go Max! Go Max!!

I have a love-hate relationship with Max and Ruby, kinda like with the Coyote and Roadrunner. At a certain point you just want to see the underdog triumph! I'd love to see the giant boulder crush that smarmy road runner, and I'd love to see Max bury Ruby's face in one of his mud pies, after he hangs up the phone on her, while he's mashing all her Bunny Scout cookies into the carpet, and his talking robot continues to squawk.

As for their parents--we should all take a page out of their book.

See ya in Vegas!