Those fucking stupid pants. That grotesque lower belly lard load.
Those fucking stupid pants. That grotesque lower belly lard load.
Okay, on his car. I didn’t see Nacho drive up to the bridge and thought the tracker was on his body somewhere. Thanks
I was talking about the plot for that particular show.
And yet, insurance in the U.S. does not cover the medical treatment of chronic Lyme disease. MAGA!
When I was a kid, my family brought home “a bucket” about once a month and we all thought it was so so yummy. I had it for the first time in years about a year ago, and indeed it was a soggy disgusting mess. Were we all just stupid in the 70s or what?
Fuck the 80s
Now THAT was awesome.
And the IMDB wormhole a total WTF: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0596202/?ref_=nm_flmg_act_227
Good observation!
Can someone explain to me what was going of with the surveillance of Nacho at the bridge? What was the device that said “target.”
I have much more sympathy for Nacho’s involvement in crime than I did for Jesse Pinkman. Nacho seems to have less of a choice in the matter.
Love your byline Donna, and I’m so glad to have you do these recaps again.
They made a point though about how much older Jimmy is during his Cinnabon days; e.g. that shot of him on the gurney with very little hair on the top of his head.
My shadow, my echo, and me :
I was absolutely enthralled by every minute of the episode. There is so much to see, even when the character is completing a mundane task.
Right? If her look could talk, it would probably say, “Who the fuck are you?”
For me it was Mike, even though he was the polar opposite of Hank.
My favorite part was when Howard paused, teasing the viewer that it was the end of the obituary, just to continue on with more accolades!
Au contraire, mon frere