There was a lot to love about last night's South Park. I believe it was Grandma Moses who said, "All great art involves queefs, farts and full-frontal male cartoon nudity." Or maybe it was Bertolt Brecht, I don't know. In any case, by those standards, this was a monumental episode. But no moment encapsulated the grace and beauty of Eat, Pray, Queef quite like this one.