*barf* Please, Tari Tari. Just stop. I can’t watch this sentimental crap.
This is so corny.
You know something that’s less corny than Tari Tari? Cornbread. Let me share with you my secret super-delicious cornbread recipe which I inherited from my grandmother (who inherited it from some magazine). Mix together half a stick of butter, a cup of sour cream, an 8 oz can of creamed corn, and a box of Jiffy corn muffin mix. Put it in a 9 inch pan, bake for 45 minutes at 350 degrees. Trust me, it’s the best thing ever.
So much more enjoyable than Tari Tari. I mean, it has corn, but it’s not like you’re drowning in it.
Back to the episode, we have the opportunity to witness the only kind of climax that the creators of Tari Tari know how to deliver: transportation problems. This episode’s climax is a bit unique though! Instead of having people waiting for cars to go to the concert (for the third time) we have the club running to stop the garbage truck! This is INTENSE!
You know the only other thing this show is lacking? St. Wakana lecturing people three times her age on how to live life.
I knew Tari Tari would deliver.
I quit. Or I would, but there’s only one more episode left. I can’t wait until this is over.