Dammit that was my first thought. Cute, but OMG save him.

I just realized last night why I hate this damn show so much this time around. Not only is the dialogue cliche and choppy, but all the characters sound the same. They have this timbre and meter that is painfully slow and mumbley. It is the exact opposite of the Aaron Sorkin timbre and meter, which I also very much…

These two comments together are everything.

Maybe it’s because Carlos was doing a kick-ass job of that himself.

My mom used to be a waitress at a Mexican cafe in LA. Some white lady came in and ordered “beanes and cheeses” either thinking she was speaking Spanish or thinking that my mother could understand her better (not sure which).

This story is GLORIOUS.

I actually liked all the clothes! It’s come full circle to me that I enjoy seeing people make out with clothes on.

You do realize that “impact” is both a noun and a verb, I hope.

Dear TD2 writers/producers: Just who are The Mexicans your characters keep talking about on this show, the ones who maybe killed Caspere? There are like 5 million of them in Los Angeles, so can you be a little more specific? Did ALL of them kill one dude?

I haven’t watched this show in years, but I laughed so hard every time I saw this on the commercials leading up to this season that I just had to watch. And boy did it pay off. I love her for making this comment in a way that only she can.

The first season for me was more about the two main characters and their fucked up shit. I ended up not so much liking them, but caring about them as pitiful as they were. Because of that, I paid close attention to the plotline and details surrounding it. As much as I like the cast in this season, nothing so far has…

I felt like not getting that information worked for me. It was as mysterious to me as it was to the detectives. And in the end (spoiler), they got a few of the worst people associated with it but they also knew there were many more involved and that some very powerful people who were getting their kiddie fetish fixes…

Bingo.

I used to be a wedding singer!!! I did it for many years, 1-3 gigs just about every weekend. It was lots of fun but it was also very physically taxing. Of course I dressed in gown and heels for wedding gigs. As soon as the gig was over (and not a second before) my feet would start burning with pain and I would feel…

I only agree with you on the part of wondering why this puppy wasn’t put down to begin with. I’m all for putting in the resources needed for care as long as it provides a reasonable quality of life. I’m not seeing that outcome for this poor baby. He’s so cute and so sweet and I’m such a fucking mess after watching…

Congrats! And yay for transfer students! (I was one, too.)

Oh god my ex-boyfriend tried to convince me of this as well. No just no.

I completely understand what you mean. People can be so fucking insensitive and evil. I have also have an irrational fear of an insect, but I won’t even say which one because I’m afraid some stupid ass troll will respond with a picture of it to be funny. People are fucking assholes sometimes. My older brothers…

I have the same phobia you have, and it’s carried over to my unwillingness to procreate. I’m terrified that my fears and instinct to panic will make me a terrible mother. I’m afraid I would drop my kid and run away if they started puking. Then I’d sit in a corner and plug my ears so I wouldn’t hear the choking and…

Good for you? That doesn’t mean it works for me. It doesn’t.