Fat chicks make for pretty dope life partners I would imagine. Think Lady and the Tramp, only replace the spaghetti and meatballs with nachos.

Boobs?
I enjoyed it, mostly due in part to the fact that I constantly make self deprecating small dick jokes. And frankly, this episode boosted my self esteem, because if Robin could settle for a little wave then there's sure to be hope for me out there.

Dexter, Shmexter.
I still haven't watched last week's episode, and I honestly have very little desire to do so. Is anyone else completely unenthused by this season? I mean, the finale last year was so significant and whatnot, and yet I just don't care anymore. Maybe it's just because I've been so focussed on Mad Men…

He can stumble into his fat years with some poutine and scotch.

I have a thing for French women, even the Canadian kind.
I really, really, enjoyed this finale. I guess I can understand arguments against it, but I don't align myself with any of them. And I just wanna say, this episode made me like and care about Megan more than I have ever cared about Faye. I mean, sure, the moment…