Geez, bongoes, are you on coke?
Geez, bongoes, are you on coke?
That's a relief; I thought it was just the ghost in my apartment.
I don't know, I liked that there was a smack of ham to it.
This is what Community's done: someone says something as common and banal as "I liked it" and I hear it in Annie's voice, assessing Abed's impression of Don Draper.
I don't think it's really a return to form, either. (That's not necessarily saying much about this episode, because past Halloween episodes were fantastic, and just because this one is different doesn't make it necessarily worse. That said, this episode was not as good.) However I don't agree about at least part of…
I'm not crazy about GLICE either.
Well, yeah, but we should keep seeing it. Because they actually are buds. Best buds. Air buds, even.
I know, right?! First thing I thought.
I hope someday your ham-related dreams come true, Babs.
It was fyne.
Am I late? I brought my gin and my pink lemonade concentrate which has not a trace of strawberry (or lemon, for that matter, for which reason I added an actual lemon slice to supplement).
C'mon everyone, let's make #'[plotdevelopment] trend!
Also the second-worst, tragically. :(
I too find Troy's naivete to be stretching it by this point, but I don't think it's necessarily at odds with his characterization at the end of last season and his taking on a more mature, alpha role there. That really doesn't have anything to do with worldliness.
Yes, it's really lacking a lot of that spark and ease. It has its moments but it feels like they're trying to cover the gaps with "here's another one of those jokes like the show did sometimes" (inserting famous people names into snappy quips, and adding a meta layer of "I remember when this show used to be about…
OH MY GOD I'M THERE
@avclub-3da678392d5ac1ff456fe6e06354fdef:disqus I think that's what I did the first time, but the Disqus gods still didn't like it. Ratso.
All I wanted was to add an ASCII picture of a train to add joy and merriment to this board, but instead I am spreading naught but pestilence and a glut of meaningless characters in the shape of a pile of sorrow.