Who indeed, Doctor. That is the first question.

Or "Murder they banged"

Or "Murder they banged"

Am I the only one who realized that I could have happily lived out my life never, ever hearing Kenley's voice again?

Am I the only one who realized that I could have happily lived out my life never, ever hearing Kenley's voice again?

THAT WAS SUGAR??

THAT WAS SUGAR??

It will inevitably come out of Silas' bong, but then Shane will hit it with a croquet mallet. Then Russell will glamor Andy into having sex with him.
It's pure crossover comedy gold, people.

It will inevitably come out of Silas' bong, but then Shane will hit it with a croquet mallet. Then Russell will glamor Andy into having sex with him.
It's pure crossover comedy gold, people.

Deep Fried Bon Mots, with an avocado foam.

Deep Fried Bon Mots, with an avocado foam.

In the past I've always been a big fan of Art, but this time around he's rubbing me the wrong way (get your mind out of the gutter, people!) He's coming off as a whole lot more condescending than he has in the past. I'm actually surprised he didn't get sent home last night, but I suspect they're keeping him because…

In the past I've always been a big fan of Art, but this time around he's rubbing me the wrong way (get your mind out of the gutter, people!) He's coming off as a whole lot more condescending than he has in the past. I'm actually surprised he didn't get sent home last night, but I suspect they're keeping him because…

I read Kiku's parting shot to Nancy as just that - a parting shot, a chance to try & get under her skin.

I read Kiku's parting shot to Nancy as just that - a parting shot, a chance to try & get under her skin.

I had to pause this episode midway through, and it happened to be just after Andy confessed to Jill that he slept with the coach. She had just started to speak as I paused it. As I looked at the screen, I played a mental "what would I, as a writer, do" game. Here's what I had hoped for:

I had to pause this episode midway through, and it happened to be just after Andy confessed to Jill that he slept with the coach. She had just started to speak as I paused it. As I looked at the screen, I played a mental "what would I, as a writer, do" game. Here's what I had hoped for:

And wish she had. Don't know why, but I wish she had.

And wish she had. Don't know why, but I wish she had.

That's only cause there's no such thing as a notch BELOW T-Dog.