She doesn't do windows.
As I'm making a way too late PB&J I suddenly begin to think about Mrs. Doubtfire, naturally, and how truly fucking dumb it is. So, we are suppose to believe that even after Jonathan Lundy, the head of the TV studio place, finds out that the odd dinosaur rapper stock boy is actually a cross dressing sociopath that's mentally scarring his children and frigid ex-wife plus, not to mention, the attempted man slaughter of Pierce Bronson, we are suppose to believe, that he then went on to green light his after school children's show? Would Uncle Frank and Aunt Jack be accomplices when they took him to trial?
And so again it seems that it was a lot easier to get a job in the 90's.
