My father-in-law from rural west Texas refers to things as being ‘slicker than owl shit’ and some people as being ‘richer than ten feet up a bull’s ass.’

What if I told you that you’re a humorless self-righteous prat?

The humor, it could be argued, is in the idea that a fluffy colorful 80s cartoon for little girls would be teaching foul-mouthed radical feminism. Not everything is meant to be taken literally for fuck’s sake.