A lot of the early episodes are pretty tame. The super hero episodes too(wish I could say the same of the blackfridsy epidodes lol). Here’s a couple others that aren’t super mature

Something Wall mart comes this way(season 8 episode 9)

Good times with weapons (season 8 episode 1)

The Poor Kid (season 15 ep 4)

Pandemic 1&2 (season12 episode 10&11)

Rainforest shmainfest(season 3 ep 1)

The New Terrance and Philip Movie Trailer(season 6 ep 5)

Simpson already Did It(season 6 ep 7)

Casa Bonita (season 7 ep 11)

The Losing Edge(season9 ep 5)

The List (season 11 ep 14)

Let It Snow by John Green

Let It Snow by John Green

This is on my Christmas wishlist lol

My favorite twist is the Mystery of the Urinal Deuce. Stan pulling out that gun still kills me lol

I tried reading Les Miserables at 15 because I watched the movie for extra credit in my French class and I put it down because I didn’t understand anything lol. I tried again at 20 and I understood more but never read the whole thing. Maybe next year I’ll give it another go. I also read Catch 22 at 18 and didn’t really get it so I want to read it again. I read Flowers in the attic at 12 because my sister who was 14 was reading it and I was not ready for that at all.

I have a lot but my absolute favorite (about love at least) is from Victo Hugo in Les Miserables you can tell the guy was a hopeless romantic and so am I so this is like air for me lol

Let us say in passing, to be blind and to be loved, is in fact–on this earth where nothing is complete–one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness. To have continually at your side a woman, a girl, a sister, a charming being, who is there because you need her, and because she cannot do without you, to know you are indispensable to someone necessary to you, to be able at all times to measure her affection by the degree of the presence that she gives you, and to say to yourself: She dedicates all her time to me, because I possess her whole love; to see the thought if not the face; to be sure of the fidelity of one being in a total eclipse of the world; to imagine the rustling of her dress as the rustling of wings; to hear her moving to and fro, going out, coming in, talking, singing, to think that you are the cause of those steps, those words, that song; to show your personal attraction at every moment; to feel even more powerful as your infirmity increases; to become in darkness, and by reason of darkness, the star around which this angel gravitates; few joys can equal that. The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves–say rather, loved in spite of ourselves; the conviction the blind have. In their calamity, to be served is to be caressed. Are they deprived of anything? No. Light is not lost where love enters. And what a love! A love wholly founded in purity. There is no blindness where there is certainty.