The cast of AHS will be on stage for PaleyFest 2012.  I'm hoping the Ginger Twins just take it over.

From the look on Mrs. Coach's face in the gimp-rape scene, I thought Rubber Man was packing some major dongage. 

Tate was shirtless in the afterglow of deflowering Violet.  No gunshot wounds.

"Ah ahlways keep a lawyah on retainah for jus such an occasion" [exhales smoke]

I'm hoping the full 30-strong Papal Entourage in full regalia shows up for the Afterbirth, so Constance can stand in her yard and hurl her Suthun Fried euphamisms about Mackerel Snappers, et al, at them.

Disturbing lack of Pope-related material this week in an otherwise strong effort.

I know I shouldn't be so analytical and just let the art flow over me, but here's something that nettled me last night: why do some ghosts appear in their physical state of demise and others don't?  The smoldering children (and Mrs. Larry) looked like… smoldering children.  Frankenbaby's mom has a gaping exit wound in…

Erf.

WIll two weeks from now the episode be called "Afterbirth?"

I can't keep a towel on if I try to shuffle three feet, let alone be locked in hand-to-hand combat with Teen Spirit in a gimp suit.

I was suprised Bobby could wrap his stubby little Thalidomide flippers around a guitar.

Tony Cox.  Just to further fuck with us.

They're proactive!

Jax will have natty blond dreads and find something to get "jiggy" with.

Was it just me or was the table pretty empty at the end?  How can a club of, like, six guys be such movers and shakers in the gritty underbelly of Northern California outlaw shenanigans?

I totally expeceted Jax to pull JT's skull out of the ground and start talking to it in the graveyard.

Now that Jax is prez, it's going to be a club with attitude.  Edgy and "in your face."  You've heard the expression "let's get busy"?  Well, this club will get "biz-zay!"  Consistently and thoroughly.  It will also get rasta-fied by… say 10% or so.

I was encouraged, a little, that the Great Freeway Traffic Jam ShootEmUp Chase, was at least ACKNOWLEDGED by someone in some sort of civil authority position.

I wasn't a Linc fan until last night.  When he encouraged the assembled citizenry of Charming, sitting in dumbfounded silence behind a massive pile of sex toys and a Sum Yung Boy sex doll, to feel free to… "explore…"  the way he said "explore" won me over for ever and ever.

heteropaternal superfecundation
 
Even though the sound of itIs something quite atrociousIf you say it loud enoughYou'll always sound precocious