Bart's Hook-Up (And Lisa's Wedding)
You could smell the nuclear pollution from the moment you drove down. You could taste the saturated air of Lard Lad, the rat-infested pong of Moe's and the cheap-manufactured overpriced Slushies from just one drive to Evergreen Terrace. She knew that she didn't want to do this, I mean come on! After years away carefully studying at none other than Harvard University with some of the greatest adolescent intellectuals she was now forced, for two whole days, to once again, rot among the uneducated overweight commoners? She hung her head in shame. Her name was Lisa Simpson and she was the wave of the future. Her name was Lisa Simpson and she was getting married.
