"Wait, how do you know that? Were they yours?"
"Heh, well…"
"They were yours."

There were lots of nods to the Wendy Davis filibuster in the Texas Lege, which as a texas dem (fuck you we do exist) made me laugh quite a bit.

I hope so.

THe first time I remember the pawn shop showing up was when Ben and Chris were looking for a wedding ring. He had a tray of rings and nails.

City of God.

Or should I say…Norman?

all of you number sign true blood fans know what I'm talkin about

I was ready to dismiss the main plot as a bit too thin before it took the unexpected turn of actually affecting Leslie's personal relationship with Donna. Before that hard left, it looked like it was going to be the Leslie Is The Only One Who Is Not The Worst plot that most detractors go on about.. Also I appreciate…

Not to mention that shows invent fake cities too. Two that come to mind are Pawnee, Indiana, and Eagleton, Indiana.

"someone claiming to be a writer for the show"

Jean-Ralphio's Euro-counterfeiting trial was probably in Eagleton. Holy shit, the weirdest joke in show history suddenly makes sense.

Your elucidation of the Chris Bosh joke pushed it up in my eyes to Joke of the Night.

I feel like Sandro was created in a lab by Soviet scientists trying to create the maximal dramatic reality competition contestant. A sort of swishy Ivan Drago.

This is the most vulnerable the Pats have looked in years, but there's no team in the East that looks even remotely capable of taking the mantle from them.

FACK YOU WE AWWWWL LOVE OWAH FOOTBALL CELTICS

I was sympathetic to a point for Timothy, but when she's clearly remorseful and apologising and he is throwing it back in her face, basically telling her "grovel more, peasant," any sliver of goodwill dissapeared. And Miranda's remorse was making her submit to this emotional abuse until it got so terribly ugly on the…

As bad as her not knowing what a little white lie was, Ruiz explaining it like he's Captain Kirk teaching an alien to french made it a little worse.

Eyes down for first prize, the fyffe-chulmleigh spoon for latin elegaics goes to…PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF CHINA!

I get bored. I get so bloody bored.

It can be two things.