No, if you're going to boil it down, it'll be something like this:

I enjoyed quite a lot of this episode, but I dropped it a full grade for not having the balls to take on Pride and Prejudice. That book is long overdue a severe take down by a middling-to-okay American sitcom.

Honestly, if you want to make your own reading of the guy, listen to a few episodes of Harmontown. I'd recommend "Don't Ask Black People Time Travel Questions" and "Morality" as a start.

Having listened to Harmontown, his live podcast, it's pretty clear that his brain shoots off about a million thoughts a second. Some of them are hilarious, some of them are profound, some of them are filthy, some of them are awful, and some of them are gleefully self-destructive.

Why?

Seriously, America. What the fuck is a cronut?

It was badly worded. I spent two years hating a Computer Science degree before switching faculties, so what I meant by that was that I'm enjoying this television course so much that it hardly feels like the hard work I associate with varsity.

It's nice to see that secret surrogate administrators can look forward to a career in IT after their coups fall through.

I've been in a television comedy seminar where we've been discussing the issue of queer representation in sitcoms recently (because I guess that's a thing you do at university) and one of the issues someone brought up was the show's coyness about Mitch and Cam's relationship.

Or Angel? Or Dollhouse (kinda, at first).

Oh God, don't remind me about Ben and Kate. I miss that show something awful.

I gave up after the fourth season's mess of a finale. Is it worth getting back into?

The singing was a little disappointing, but I am willing to forgive them for not being able to perfectly improvise a duet because they gave me the dual delights of reverse orgasms and the Chrono Onanator.

That is exactly how I described it to a friend yesterday.

I tried to get a friend into Wonder Showzen by showing him D.O.G.O.B.G.Y.N. I now have one less friend.

It reminded me of Mountains Beyond Mountains, except the disco they were at had been taken over by a doomsday cult that was kinda into calypso music.

I had forgotten Murphy was working on this when I first listened to the track. As soon as you reminded me, I had the hugest "of fucking course" moment.

Is it subliminal messaging if the viewer has the ability to turn it on and off as they please?

I feel bad for Roodt. He has made some truly amazing films (like Yesterday), but no one in SA wants them. They make pennies. I'm guessing this is him trying to please the audiences who have ignored him in the past by casting famous actors and having a lightning pace, but it seems to have backfired.

Man, I thought acknowledging that the joke wasn't very good in the post would be enough to dissuade any actual scrutiny.