“Unsupervised sugar delivery,” she hissed to her husband, Gerald, who nodded solemnly, clutching a small crucifix.
“Chairman,” she began, voice trembling with synthetic humility. “I am Marcia Langman, spokesperson for the Society for Family Stability and Acceptable Television. We successfully removed the ‘risqué’ chapter from the Pawnee North Middle School health book. We are vigilant .”
Marcia didn’t cheer. She never cheered. Instead, she gathered her pamphlets, shot Leslie a look of profound disappointment, and whispered to Gerald, “This isn’t over. I heard the library is considering graphic novels next.”
Here’s a short story about Marcia Langman from Parks and Recreation , staying true to her righteous, easily-outraged, moral-crusader persona. The Sacred Soda License
“A gateway, Ms. Knope!” Marcia shot back. “First, extra Sprite. Then, extra screen time. Then, premarital hand-holding at the mall food court. I’ve seen the data.”
She slapped the binder open. “Page one: self-serve soda. A child could theoretically pour four refills. That is over 100 grams of sugar. That is anarchy.”
As she walked out into the Pawnee night, she passed a teenager drinking a large cola. She shuddered.
“Unsupervised sugar delivery,” she hissed to her husband, Gerald, who nodded solemnly, clutching a small crucifix.
“Chairman,” she began, voice trembling with synthetic humility. “I am Marcia Langman, spokesperson for the Society for Family Stability and Acceptable Television. We successfully removed the ‘risqué’ chapter from the Pawnee North Middle School health book. We are vigilant .” marcia langman parks and rec
Marcia didn’t cheer. She never cheered. Instead, she gathered her pamphlets, shot Leslie a look of profound disappointment, and whispered to Gerald, “This isn’t over. I heard the library is considering graphic novels next.” We successfully removed the ‘risqué’ chapter from the
Here’s a short story about Marcia Langman from Parks and Recreation , staying true to her righteous, easily-outraged, moral-crusader persona. The Sacred Soda License Instead, she gathered her pamphlets, shot Leslie a
“A gateway, Ms. Knope!” Marcia shot back. “First, extra Sprite. Then, extra screen time. Then, premarital hand-holding at the mall food court. I’ve seen the data.”
She slapped the binder open. “Page one: self-serve soda. A child could theoretically pour four refills. That is over 100 grams of sugar. That is anarchy.”
As she walked out into the Pawnee night, she passed a teenager drinking a large cola. She shuddered.