@avclub-c75240db34e6c66c3fcd8f7c74188f87:disqus All of that is correct, about why this is off the books. But, come on. As soon as it is clear that Walt is buying Jesse's bullshit about burning money and speeding his ass over to the desert, Hank or Gomie should have phoned their DEA boys and told them that some shit…

@donnadb:disqus Hehehe boy wouldn't that be great. Final scene of Todd walking into Saul's office, last men standing.

Indeed. The cliffhanger that wasn't, really.

Another thing is-could very well be that no one knows Hank and Gomey are out there. Plenty of time to bury some bodies and get rid of their cars. Ouch.

I know Hank's operation to get Walt is sort of off the books, for obvious reasons, but even so, at the point at which it'd be obvious he'd nab Walt, you'd think he'd inform his superiors and get some serious backup. You just never know. That's the one thing that seems semi-unrealistic, two agents arresting Heisenberg…

As this review sort of suggested: I have a feeling that Walt is going to be sorely missing Gustavo Fring in very short order. Should not have run those thugs over to save Jesse!

If I were Walt it'd be a great way to give Hank the finger-he'd think he's got me, at the height of his game, and boom.

Edit: nvm

I'm probably a terrible person for cheering when the white supremacists showed up but…I don't give a fuck. I will always root for the fictional outlaw.

Can I just say that I love Todd's uncle? I get serious Dennis Hopper vibes from him.

Every time the wife and I eat like pigs (getting barbeque, some disgusting burger joint), I put that song on when we get home.

Rooooollin and a wheelin, stealin and dealin

I thought I read that they lived in Hunterdon County (Jersey) now? Which is damn close to New Hope.

Aw shit if we're gonna go brown, how can we leave out the first stallion? Captain Fantasy???

That was like, the second ween song I ever heard after The Blarney Stone. I loved it. Ween passed me by as an adolescent. It was only these weird kids I never hung out with who were into them. Then my roommate sophomore year of college started singing The Blarney Stone while drunk.

And She Fucks Me is beautiful, and that pork roll egg and cheese refrain in that song is just bizarre.

La Cucaracha has grown on me. Your Party is one of my top ten, easy. The tricolored pasta line makes my wife the non-Ween fan laugh out loud every time.

And when the sun turns to snow, and the grass doesn't grow-I don't know why that hits me so hard.

You know what's a lot of fun? Sing Pork roll egg and cheese with the voice of the gogol bordello guy.

Weeeeen! I was just wearing my boognish t-shirt yesterday. Are they still broken up?