“He said the F-word. Seven pounds, four ounces, and now he says the F-word at the dinner table.”
The way Bruce keeps trying to eat the ham even while Mark has him by the wrist. The way they’re all drinking soda out of tall glasses with no ice for dinner. The screamer in the audience at 1:25. This is a longer one, but stay with me. Trust me. This is worth the investment of your time, and nobody expects you to get any work done the first hour you’re in the office. It’s understood that’s your settling-in time.
Tags: bob you don’t know anyone in the ocean, fine ham, kids in the hall, kith monday, that’s effin’ good ham dad, you people have carpet on your hearts
“Bob, you don’t KNOW anyone in the ocean!”
lol
But a clean slate is the whole point of taking to the sea!
My favo(u)rite part is when mom just leaves him lying there on the kitchen floor and then goes into the garage (?)
Ham of Truth
“well, i’m soorry dad.” “look at that ham”
Were you aware that booze and pills don’t mix, Bob?
IT’S EFFING GOOD HAM, DAAAAAAAAD
“Fine ham abounds” is my “the Dude abides.”
i’m in the garage
Can I totally ride on your coat tails and adopt “Fine ham abounds”, too? I just LOVED this KITH clip for all the reasons pertaining to suburban Canadian adolescence (and teen angst in general).
“Fine ham abounds” indeed!
thank you. needed this.
Whenever I think of Teens (as a notion, not as actual people), I’m thinking of Bruce McCulloch’s Teens. I can submit no finer praise.
When I was a teenager, I viewed Bruce’s teenager-characters with dripping disdain. Now that I am, ahem, nowhere near teenaged, I view them much more fondly.
Whenever I think of Teens (as a notion, not as actual people), I'm thinking of Bruce McCulloch's Teens. I can submit no finer praise.
I just saw Bruce do his new show, Young, Drunk, Punk, on the weekend and he was soooooo funny. Lots of awkward movements and musical accompaniment. And now I come here to more Bruce. Bruce is the balm I need to get me through winter.
This is how we make out in Toronto. Booze and cigarette smoke in the face.
Key on a shoestring around Bob’s neck.
Dad’s boxers + black socks + loafers look.
Dad’s earlier suit + warm vest look.
The visuals are just perfect!
When I was a teenager, I viewed Bruce's teenager-characters with dripping disdain. Now that I am, ahem, nowhere near teenaged, I view them much more fondly.