His death is the subject of the third episode, not the first. The first two episodes (the Beatles tributes) were written prior to the summer hiatus and they had to go into production so soon after his death that they didn't have time to properly write anything to address it. Instead, they dusted off the episodes that…
I was under the impression his death (or at least his character's absence) would be addressed in the third episode, not the premiere.
And THIS, once again, is why boys need to be taught from a young age what rape is. Don't tell girls how to dress, or act, or walk, or whatever. Tell boys that unless you get a lucid and enthusiastic "yes", it is rape.
My doorman will still side eye me if I buy any of this stuff, though.
So, Julia is the name of her Inner Goddess, right?
He's a racist, a fuckwit, AND here's this delightful tidbit - his "Girlfriend of Eleven Years" has a restraining order against him.
My ethnicity is 100% italian. All of my grandparents came over from Italy. And I can tell you right now that is NOT love "italian style". The women and men in my family would never say any of these things nor would they condone this. Even my oddly racist aunt and uncle would think this is ridiculous. He's never…
Absolutely, he does. Jenny Trout can get over it, or do a small amount of Googling:
She probably didn't know it was an exotic animal is the point. Am I supposed to google image every animal I see?
Can there PLEASE be a fashion scavenger hunt for this dress?!
Just once I want someone to say: cocaine and starving myself.
Ok. I get that you all in big cities and on the coasts have hella food choices and Olive Garden is so pedestrian and beneath you, but damn, Olive Garden is my jam. And out here in flyover country, it's considered a viable option. I mean, don't propose there or anything, but…
It amazes that in a shopping area near me with abundant and (some) better choices, these two not only manage to survive, but are frequently crowded. I guess there's something for every taste and pocketbook.
This is what happens in London. Americans are so cute with that Vegas nonsense. Here, we just call it "Thursday."
I also believe that a lot of white women need saving too, mostly from blatant ignorance, but I digress.
Fortunately my aunt divorced my shitbag uncle, and his family members were the worst offenders, so it's not so bad now. I'm also married, so I don't have to worry about bringing anyone new around, but it always grated on me when they said stupid shit.
He KNOWS how to be funny, too, without the fratty bullshit. He can totally pull that off. I wish he would. :(