Hey, it's not rocket science, dudes.

Last night I watched Brotherhood, one of my favourite shows. It was the Thanksgiving episode; it did not look like the picture above and that's what pissed me off. Rose, the matriarch, bugged out with a vibrator and fur-lined handcuffs looking for action elsewhere (and she found it. Yuck!). Her family, two sons, a daughter, a nephew and their partners and kids freak out because not one of the feeble group knows how to cook a turkey and vegetables. The pumpkin pies and cranberry sauce are store bought. What's the deal here? They've helped Rose out with holiday dinners; some of them have prepared meals for their own families night after night after night for years. They can't make some peas and mashed potatoes and shove a fowl in the oven? Who wrote the script? Obviously someone who's never set foot in a kitchen. The Brotherhood broads should have been able to get that dinner on the table if they were stoned, one hand tied behind their backs and bullets flying. I know I could.