Which brings us to this past week. Who would crawl out of my TV's womb next? After the Suite Life/Hannah birth, I await a bile-spewing 3-headed hairball with 666 branded on his forehead. When out pops Leave it to Beaver.
Barbara Billingsly, Hugh Beaumont, Tony Dow, and Jerry Mathers (as the Beaver, klaro). I welcome them with open arms. Hey Disney: You can take your HD-surround sound 3 billion-dollar Hannah Montana empire and stick it right up your ass.
Black and white mono Beaver is magic-packed. If you haven't visited with the Cleavers recently, I encourage you to do so. Whether it's the whitewashed 50s perspective or Ward paying for a 10 cent coffee (suck on that Starbucks), you'll be happy you dropped in. And June will be made up, well-quaffed, and in her best dress--with pearls--for your arrival. No sweatpants on this Hausfrau.
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