That was definitely a Stamper job.

Also Jordache.

The "I made a false confession to make him feel better" defense was my hope from the beginning of this storyline.

I mean, he's so sad he's going to MARTHA for emotional support.

But his eyebrows don't knit at ever closeup.

Second World was the Soviet Bloc.

Thanks for making the rejections seem much worse in retrospect.

You mean "having someone else write shitty history books with his name on them."

Except he has a ghostwriter for those books.

"4 stars, no one was eating with their hands or yelling for more 'motherfucking iced tea.'"

He'll announce that he's leaving to spend more time dragging his wife down the stairs by her neck in front of their children.

And then she starts laundering his dirty money. She's no saint.

A lot of diplomats' kids at school in DC.

At one time, I thought the only way her character would be interesting would be if she had to kill Pastor Tim herself. I stand corrected - even though I'd still love to see that happen.

Ramble incoherently.

6.) Not audibly shit himself.

Either that or another sign of dementia.

I appreciate this comment.

Dementia sucks.

Me too!