so you're predicting a tacitical level nuke? hehe

I know you're joking but I'm going to be a serious asshole. What is one man with an m60 gonna do, unless the weapon is not intended for tasks that we presume?.  Also, add Combo's mom to the posse.

It's weird, I haven't even thought about Walt's cancer when all the shit is going down.

So I am going to keep spamming. I have opinions, to quote Mark E, Smith. Walt rolling the barrel through the desert was the greatest metaphor, just him laboring his money through total desolation nothing. Goddamn this show.

I feel like I came on the prom queen's dress. Take what you can get.

P.S. End of the thread is where all the cool kids hang out.

Damn, deep cut.

how about the old indian (native american for you other folks) dude taking the stack of cash through the barbed wire past the skull.

I feel like part of why they showed Walt and Skyler in the warmth of their relationship is to recall what they had so as to amplify the emotion of their severing.

Enjoy this time for thought assholes. In two weeks it shall be gone.

Go on….

Clever!

Am I the only one who has been / will be listening to various versions of El Paso (Grateful Dead, the original (Marty Robbins), etc.) on repeat for the next two weeks? The fatalism and longing of the song is haunting to weave into the upcoming conclusion.

also maybe b8 stands for "bait" for clue searching fans? haha

45 was the fall of the reich fwiw.

I enjoyed this roast and laughed a goodly amount but while watching I thought of what insane clever pinpoint firebombing Giraldo would have brought and I got sad. I sure do miss ole Greg.

To which hints are you referring? Would love to hear them.

Now that that I think about it, on a subliminal level, maybe even "The Body Language of Horses" applies. Hank is trying to induce Jessie (like an animal) into doing what he wants him to do.

Have no idea if this has been posted already. Did anyone catch the (not so?) subliminal messages in the titles when Jessie is in front of Hank and Marie's bookshelf?

If soulless overwrought pop with tenth grade poetry for lyrics is your thing, god bless ye.