Okay, peep this: You've just gotten home from a long day of work. You chillax on the couch and turn on the TV, ready to watch some kind of CSI garbage or whatever. Then something awesome happens:
You see that your roommate has TiVoed an episode of Becker!
Becker! Becker, as in "your-grandparents-favorite-TV-show-tied-with-MASH" Becker. Becker like "the-TV-show-that-for-some-reason-your-old-boss-used-as-the-standard-
of-comedy-to-which-to-all-other-comedy-should-be-held" Becker.
You should have sensed that something was off since your roommate mostly TiVos documentaries about Ancient Rome and French news programs and Charlie Rose, but you didn't want to question this felicitous turn of events. Then you select it, only to realize that it is actually the movie
Becket starring Richard Burton and Peter O'Toole. Ugh.
Dear Becket: You, sir, are no Becker.
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