Goddamn the AV Club reviewers whine a lot.

Cosby's delivery is so slow and predictable. Some of my favorite comedians (Bill Burr, Marc Maron, etc.) love him, but I just can't get into it. Wish I could … but no.

I think this season started slow but came on hard like a motherfucker. I'm fully in it now. Great television.

That episode was the shit. That is all.

I didn't get that memo. I'm still rocking the flip phone and am not plugged into the internet all damn day, thank god.

Because it instantly makes you skinny?

I guess the AV Club got the same memo that Slate et al. got—all websites must be designed to look the same as each other yet worse than their predecessors. Quickly now, fall in line!

And people were complaining about the long con in Homeland being far-fetched. Sheesh.

Taco as a pubic hair barber was funny as hell. I can't believe these reviewers act like there's anything objective out their grades. It's so subjective.

It's a TV show. It doesn't matter need to mirror the real world exactly.

Dude is fugly

Taco is my favorite, then Ruxin, then Andre, then Jenny and Kevin, and finally Pete—who sometimes really seems to have no personality whatsoever except being an ass. I don't really care for Rafi either; good decision to kill him of IMO.

Great episode, but that last scene where the hot new girl actually agrees to go out with Tom was cringe-inducing.

Actually, by all reports Q-Tip is kind of an egomaniacal dick too.

Fuck whatever ya'll been wearin'.

I've loved Dave Chappelle for years, since before "Half Baked," but the dude has issues. I hope he develops thicker skin and returns to comedic form someday, rather than just leaving everyone wondering what could have been.

About Dee's "near-clairvoyant abuse-anticipation skills," part of the joke there was that the Gang's abuse is totally predictable—it basically just consists of telling her she looks like a bird over and over again. No clairvoyance necessary. 

Yes, for you. Goodbye.

DENNIS was trying too hard. Howerton played it well.

So hard.