And unfortunately, it can't be two things.

I won't believe anything until I see the official report from the Medical Examiner.

That's what I had assumed. I'm kind of surprised that everyone's jumping to the "Glen is dead" conclusion.

That's next week, which will apparently be 90 minutes of Morgan wandering around struggling with his inner demons.

I think you mean Second. Worst. Episode. Ever. (of this season)

Unfortunately, I didn't get to see the part where Sideshow Bob finally kills Bart. Some nerds unplugged my TV in order to plug in their rock tumbler. You know, like what happened on the show that one time.

I always preferred the term "marathoning" to "binge watching". It makes it sound like your doing something more active.

Only the black people survive!? What show am I watching?

Of course Holt looks at Amy's breasts. No one's that gay.

And yet his song "Dude Looks Like a Lady" is about someone else.

Isn't that a Viagra joke?

Which would be weird, since the show takes place in Detroit.

Hey, we're 95% of the population!

I'm assuming that's just wazzername's policy based on the type of horses she has, but Nathan said that so matter-of-factly that I was thinking it was a federal law or something.

Mainly I'm just surprised that "Hipster Gun Store" is a thing.

In other words, you wanted to bang your hot sisters?

I guess they may not be that uncoventional, but most definitely the Hecks from The Middle. We're not quite as poor or messy, but if you got rid of Sue and reversed Brick and Axl's ages (guess which one I am), it would pretty much be a documentary about my family.

He is by far the worst person who's name ends in those 4 letters.

I think Eric(k) the brutally honest store manager might be my new favorite character. After seeing all these business owners getting sucked into Nathan's bullshit just because they're too polite to say no, it's kind of refreshing to see him get shut down immediately.

Wow, apparently I'm not allowed to ride a horse. Now I really want to, just because I know I can't.