Argo fuck yourself.

My favorite part from this episode:

It sure is!

Girl Fight Club.

Well, no one's gonna top that.

They couldn't get Roman Polanski for this?

GOB dramatically hurled the Netflix DVD envelope into the sea.

Walter White a modern Lear?

Look at me, getting off.

Gene was far from the best.

And now the story of a wealthy family who lost everything, and the one son who had no choice but to keep them together, but you don't see them all at once, because he didn't keep them together after all.

Nobody seemed to ask about the fate of the humble narrator.

Permit me to remind you lovely people about the real-life Big Red No I found on a farm road near Hunt, Texas last month. I even took a picture!

*takes the day off*

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Hey, friends, I saw a real-life big red NO! And I took a picture of it just for you!

It seems odd to describe an actor as "showboating" when his first twenty minutes of screen-time are completely silent and bizarrely free of any affect.

It seems odd to describe an actor as "showboating" when his first twenty minutes of screen-time are completely silent and bizarrely free of any affect.

Ben Wyatt had just spent eight consecutive days crying into his newly-pressed shirtsleeves, inconsolable after the shocking double murder of Ann Perkins and Leslie Knope by Leslie's erstwhile lover from her California marine biology days, George Oscar Bluth, a man nobody in Pawnee had ever seen before who, before…

Ben Wyatt had just spent eight consecutive days crying into his newly-pressed shirtsleeves, inconsolable after the shocking double murder of Ann Perkins and Leslie Knope by Leslie's erstwhile lover from her California marine biology days, George Oscar Bluth, a man nobody in Pawnee had ever seen before who, before…