When I was a kid I was fucking terrified of pool drains and lap lines painted on the bottom of the pool. I got over the lap lines thing but pool drains still make me feel suuuuuuper uncomfortable. And people are always like "oh, you're afraid you're going to get your hair or intestines sucked in, right?" Nope,…

FX (or FXX, who the hell cares) re-ran all of the Treehouse of Horror episodes for Halloween and it was glorious. I don't know if it's the scariest, but I think Nightmare on Evergreen Terrace might be my favorite just based on how often I quote "Lousy Smarch weather" and "Do not touch Willie. Good advice!"

I think using 'average' instead of 'normal' can be a fix for this.

Zauerimm?

Too soon, man!

I immediately read it as sarcastic because I noticed the same thing while watching. When Hank says he and Wu are heading to the spice shop I was like, "For the love of Portland, explain what's going on off screen once you get there!"

I went up and down on Juliette. The amnesia plot was diiiiire, but overall she wasn't a bad character when they actually gave her something to do. I even enjoyed evil Juliette! It was awesome when Adalind came to menace her at the Grimm homestead and she immediately shut that shit down.

Yeah, I have a male cousin Kelly, so I tend to think of it as a dude's name to begin with!

Mmm Meisner. So tasty. It doesn't matter what his involvement is, as long as he stands around looking fine.

RIP, Franklin.

Me too! Just finished it.

Housebound! I freaking loved it. And still haven't been able to convince anyone else to watch it yet.

PREACH.

I loved them both, wanna hang out?

Ugh me too. Except I was the rower that got with the coxswain…

That's been my litmus test for eating meat for a long time, and is why I didn't eat duck until a few years ago. I was visiting Japan, and realized "ehhh…I could kill a duck". Spoiler alert: they're delicious.

I was imagining that Buster was traumatized by his encounter with Randall Tier, and developed a chocolate addiction to deal with his PTSD. Maybe instead he sees it as a wake up call to turn his life around and be a Good Dog, and vows to never again steal food off of the counter or shred and eat Will's dirty underpants.

I guess I'll just have to hope that my fate of eternal c*nt-punting brings joy and laughter to someone, somewhere.

A lot of it's at a humor sophistication level that's good for kids, I think. I loved it as a kid, as an adult, much less so. And the less said about the ethnic humor, the better.

Dammit, now I'm pissed that this didn't happen. She could aslo strangle Francis with a pantyliner.