Baskets on FX was just so damn good. Louie Anderson as Christine Baskets is some of the best television you'll ever watch. If you're running low on good, new-to-you TV since the pandemic, do yourself a favor and watch Baskets.

I’m sorry, but I’ve spent five minutes thinking about the pie. Is it filled with farts? Or is it filled with penis? It can’t be both, can it? I imagine the nutritional content of a pie made of penis is far superior to a pie made of flatulence. And how do you cook a gas filled pastry? Crust is incapable of creating a vacuum.

Or is Penis the chef who fills the pies full of farts? How does he do that? Is it something you learn in culinary school, or a perverted hobby.

Geoffrey Chaucer once wrote about a pope who wanted to share his fart with all the most holy bishops in Rome. So he found a wagon wheel and hollowed out all the spokes (this is way back when popes did shit, like woodworking). Then he got each bishop to put his nose at the end of a spoke. Then, the pope pulled up his robe and passed wind down the centre of the wagon wheel so the noxious fumes wafted through the spokes and into the noses of the pious bishops.

So you see, if the pie crust is a delivery mechanism for consuming fluff, it has flaws. A wagon wheel is a far superior device.

And please, this is serious shit. None of this is funny. I am not a clune. (sic)

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