Man those eyes are creepy...
Those are NOT Betty Davis eyes!
I think that before he landed in the pokey, Uncle Buck stuffed Schitt’s limo with a sizeable package of powdered inspiration.
Schitt was probably supposed to sell it and bail Uncle Buck out so he could work on the election. Evidently Schitt got his nose in the bag, and Uncle Buck’s sol. Felons can’t vote, even in California.
Seriously though, somebody needs to take a back-hoe and dig up the basement of Shitt’s house; who knows what they’d find moldering down there.
Writing this leaves me empty; no words are adequate to encompass and express my contempt for that canker sore.