I may tell it around here someday, but I still have a type of PTSD about it. Like when I was bitten on my junk while using our latrine, and then when I sprayed Raid on the seat, a good million or two cockroaches flooded out of the hole and infested our hut.

That was the first thing that occurred to me too.

Having lived in a rotting jungle once in my life (long story), I can say that even the hoariest stenches become second nature after long enough exposure. I find it extremely plausible that all of these people are desensitized to what has to be a worldwide funk of decay in the years since the virus struck.

I legit did not want Tandy to open Mike's door. I was so invested in Will Forte at that moment that the way that scene played out was the best of all possible outcomes for me.

Mel Rodriguez does a fantastic Morgan Freeman. I was absolutely in hysterics during that whole sequence, and when Melissa disappeared into the hole in the wall… genius.

It's not a false equivalence because Trump is the figurehead for a cadre of truly despicable people. He delivered power via charisma and preying on fear and insecurities, and then is turning it over to people like Bannon, Giuliani, Gingrich, Pence, Palin, Ingraham, and Arpaio.

Personally, I didn't notice that McKinnon was doing a Clinton impersonation until halfway through the song. I thought they were paying tribute to Leonard Cohen, who deserves every tribute he's gotten and then some.

Yep. I thought it was discrimination against Chrome users.

This episode's script was horrendous, but the characters' chemistry almost made up for it.

I bet the day you moved in, time stood still.

THE FUCKING CATALINA WINE MIXER

Interesting description of Costner early in this article; does Rabin mention that he had his kids watch him film his love scene in Dances With Wolves when he and Mary McDonnell got naked?

Dragalog

Poonraker

At this point I'll watch anything that Michael Schur has a hand in developing.

Ramboobs?

It's even better because D'Arcy Carden is such a sweetheart in real life.

No Three Fugitives?

THAT'S BOLLSHIT.

That piece certainly has poot-ential.