I’m going to echo a sentiment I read on someone’s Facebook post last night regarding this.

You stick to Fuller House and keep on praising the shite-fest that was Ghostbuster, dearie.

Just remember - burning bush isn’t just a euphemism for a rash on your vaj, ladies. (or, as a particularly foulmouthed specimen I worked with who hailed from Easterhouse - it’s not as pretty as it sounds - would shriek “Ye’ve got a vaj on tha’ raj!”)

I’ll always remember that scene if only for the “What the fuck is this, The Piano? Why ain’t this broad talking?” - a reference to God being written for Holly Hunter (and apparently Emma Thompson was originally cast).

Heh. The pig-fucking. Never has art mirrored life so damned well.

If there is any one single person I wouldn’t be sad to see die in a grease fire/death-by-suicide-bomber-seagull, it’s that fat, odious little fucktard. *casts complex and wordy hex*

And I assume that in the interests of portraying yourselves as fair, balanced journalists (and not like a pack of hormonal demented LiveJournalers circa 2005), you’ll be putting up a list of women who “Got away with it” shortly?

Why is this fucking arsehole still alive? Someone do the decent thing and fuck him up the arse with a rifle and then pull the trigger. Christ.

In fairness, it was Lindsay and her mother. And quite frankly, if Lorelai had had any sense, she would have put a stop to her brat’s affair. I don’t think Lorelai stooped as low as sleeping with other women’s husbands...

She did, in a way, by Lindsay. I felt for Lindsay, mostly because my mother had been in the same place as Lindsay (although, my mother left her Rory with a broken tooth and a fat lip) and I felt that if they had had the guts to say “hey, look, your golden girl is actually a bit of a slag, viewers!” then it would have…

And let’s not call a booty-call a “tryst”.

Oh, clearly Logan. Logan was always written to be Rory’s Christopher, so it would make sense (at least, to Palladino) that Super Frat-Twat Logan would be the dad, and Jess would be the guy that Rory ends up pining for over the next twenty years. And if I were Jess, I’d run far from that emotionally manipulative…

Darling, you missed a step - Editorial>Runway>Catalogues>Car Shows>Boat Shows. Has Showgirls not taught you *anything*? (apart from how to throw beads in the way of your rivals...)

Oh, yeah, Rebecca was pure shade. And I love her for it. So much so that I feel justified in breaking out the Drag Race GIFs!

Compare Rory’s charmed existence to Paris’s - Paris came from money, but her parents pissed it up a wall and ran away when the going got tough. Rory feels that she’s hit a wall - Paris hit a wall *before* she graduated (thanks to dickhead parents) but Paris rebounded, graduated and from what someone mentioned, she’s…

...

God, he’s pasty. Does he explode when exposed to sunlight?

Shut up, little boy. The big people are talking. Here’s some cabling. Go chew on it.

Oh, just shoot the fuckers. You Americans are trigger happy morons at the worst of times - put your bullets to good use and remove these idiots from the gene pool.

Oh, she’s *precious*!