Monty Python or Band of Brothers

And after trailing 4-0, Monty Python takes the lead at 12-11.

Nobody expected the Python fans to rise up. But our chief weapon is surprise.

Yes, surprise and fear, and an almost fanatical love of the Pope.

 

12 up. I didn't vote earlier.


Oh, and Monty Python sucks royal ass.

 

Band of Brothers. My goodness, no question (and I love Monty).

It is just amazing stuff...I've even got the soundtrack. The documentary with it leaves me crying everytime.

 

Love me some Monty, but thanks to Just A SID -- who turned me on to Band -- I'd say that's the real keeper. Got the videos, read Ambrose's book, even wrote letters of thanks to the members of Easy company that I could locate.

 

I really can't decide. BoB is absolutely incredible, and a steal at that price (it was sitting at $80 for what seemed like forever). Then again, all that Python for that little money is quite a lot of Spam for your buck. I think "both" needs to be an option, and I think you need to man up and pull the trigger. Just don't tell Mrs. Slappy I told you to do that.


Also, I think it's about to get a little warm in here.

 

Nah.. I consider the source...
But with vacation coming up next week, both is not an option

 

To be fair, I'm the guy who waits too long to pay car insurance and has to shell out the whole year's amount to get his policy renewed, so taking advice from me about money would have been a poor choice anyway.

 

MAN #1:
I think it was 'Blessed are the cheesemakers.'
JESUS:
...right prevail.
MRS. GREGORY:
Ahh, what's so special about the cheesemakers?
GREGORY:
Well, obviously, this is not meant to be taken literally. It refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.
...
MRS. BIG NOSE:
Oh, it's the meek! Blessed are the meek! Oh, that's nice, isn't it? I'm glad they're getting something, 'cause they have a hell of a time.
...
Boom70:
Yeah. Well, what Jesus blatantly fails to appreciate is that it's the meek who are the problem.

 

There were 150 of us, living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road...

 

OH, we dreamed for a shoebox...

 

Cardboard box? You were lucky...

 

I had to get up every morning at ten o'clock at night half-an-hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of dry poison, go to work down mil for tuppence every six years and, when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance upon our graves singing "Alleluia."

You tell the young people of today that, and they won't believe you.

Oh, it's certainly uncontaminated by cheese....