Did the same thing when one of the writers dissed Hong Kong Phooey.  Bastards.

Wait, you didn't ask her about She Bop!?  Did she not want to get into the whole masturbating thing?

I've had to prosecute drunk drivers, and the highest blood alcohol concentration I ever encountered was .419.  A woman ping-ponged her way between parked cars in a downtown area and then made it to her house, where she passed out in the front seat of her (now dented) truck.  She not only didn't die, she woke up when…

That's a good question.  Um, either.  It'd be really impressive if the one who died in 2004 starts one.

I shall continue to hold him to his promise, scrawled within my copy of the book version of MYOF, that he will cover The Avengers at some point.  (The 1998 Ray Fiennes/Uma Thurman Avengers I mean.)

For a while there, late at night OWN would show episodes of Laura Berman's show In the Bedroom with Dr. Laura Berman.  Which included interviews with couples where the wife can only achieve orgasm by humping a laundry basket.  The reaction shots of the husband, who had to admit on TV that a laundry basket was better…

I'm waiting for Paul Winfield to start his own network.  I don't care what he puts on it, but I'd love to be able to say "I watch a lot of PWN."

I wonder if The Beast Rabin is sitting there, amazed at the grammatical-slash-masturbatory fuckstorm that he created with his post.

Excellent writeup, Phil!  The subtext riff at the end on Ryan and Esposito was especially nice.  —And mandatory, because the way that dinner scene was filmed made me practically expect them to jump each other during desert.

Is it me, or is she looking more gaunt than normal?  Like she really needs to eat a cheeseburger, stat.

Well, to be fair, the rat also has more acting chops than Lopez.  So I don't think it's necessarily the agent's fault.

Thirded.  My wife literally LOL'd.

I agree.  It kinda ticks me off in an odd way because I already watch way too much tv, but this is turning into definite  "appointment television" for me.  Um, arg?

She's just so… spunky.

That explains why I've always thought of cookie making as a common metaphor for forced throat fucking.  Thanks, Snidely!

This show is terrible, but Frank Fisticuffs is awesome.    Well played, Todd.

Seconded.

I concur; the speech was awesome.

You KNOW that's right, Unregistered Guy.  And just from reading your post, I've got it in my head now.  Not that it's a bad thing.

Yeah, see, I missed that, and I also didn't see this episode listed on the Front Page after it aired.  So it was only because I caught a break today and thought "Hey, I wonder if they're gonna start reviewing Psych" that I discovered this review was up.