thepoopkid

If there's any concrete argument for lesbianism, I'd say It would have to be the relationships between theFlintstones and Rubbles. I mean Wilma and Betty are smoking hot....but here they are married to these homely, chicken mcnugget shaped men with constant five o clock shadows. I hesitate to even imagine what goes on (or doesn't go on) in their bedrooms. Personally I've always pegged Betty for a freak, and I just don't think Barney is daring enough for her. I imagine she's got quite a power tool tucked under the mattress. Probably a prehistoric porcupine strapped to a two by four.

Which leads me to believe that Wilma and Betty must've at least had one or two intimate moments while the husbands were shoveling rocks on t-rex's all day (by the way....what exactly did Barney do for a living? They never really settled on it. Makes you wonder about the secret life of Mr. Rubble..........Stone age abortionist)

Is it wrong to picture two Hanna Barbera characters going at each other's cookie jars? Because if that's wrong...I don't wanna be right.

"Sure Fred, you and Barney can go bowling....Betty and I'll will.....er....play bridge....yes thats' right.....play bridge......."
*insert annoying Betty laugh*