She’s getting ready to eat him.

Some kind of Donner Party reenactment?

Francine has got class.

I am embarrassed to admit it, but I once watched an hour of her show on Public Access TV during a trip to LA. I am now attending weekly therapy to help heal the trauma, and if any of you would like to join me I’m going to go cry softly in the corner and try to get back to my happy place now.

Francine, does your mom know where you are and what you’re doing?

Please… please fast forward.

If you think about it, this is a great way to get in shape!

There’s obviously some horrible drug, sex, or rock n’ roll innuendo going on here that we just don’t understand.

Those aren’t baked beans.

That was just… surreal.

I’m confused.

I’m really hoping something was lost in translation here.