Boys, I heard punts, burped redhots, smelled beer-foam and recoiled from public urinals at the Ken-L-Ration-Magnavox-Kemper-Insurance-Forsythia Bowl.
Honestly, a joke that had to strain so hard to land it had no real oomph when it got there. I get that this helps fill in the plot's background and historicity, but I did not like the slog of this dumb puppet show and script format to get there.
