“Requiem for a Donut.”

It’s the next logical step after least season’s promo that included “batshit crazy.”

What’s even crazier is that different states have different definitions as to what a “permanent” protection order is. For instance, in Montana, a “permanent” protection order has to be renewed annually. Every year, a survivor of domestic violence has to re-petition the court for a “permanent” protection order.…

You’re completely right in that the most important thing is communication. Everybody’s different; we’re all just looking for the weirdos that complement us. 

Fair. And you are correct. I guess I was speaking more generally to that trope that women just want to be railed forever. 

Thank you. It does hurt (nobody* likes a bruised cervix), and the longer it goes on the more you start to feel less like a person and more like a hole in a mattress.

Well this was a goddamn delight.

When they all linked arms? I giggled with so much delight. 

All of this just made me clench my legs together so hard it’s like I was trying to vacuum-seal myself.

My thoughts take on accents but my voice doesn’t. It’s a weird disconnect. 

I was wondering if she was pregnant again. 

All of this is A+

I had that thought, too. It seemed potentially foreshadow-y.

There is not a person alive who could sell that many line readings of “I’m a barista.”

It also seemed to be like she was guarding against an accidental vag shot. 

You are not wrong. Within an hour, anything under $400 was sold out, and anything that was listed under $100 was on resale for $300. It was wild. 

Yes. 

Yeah, I watched That Show’s finale last night and then this one this morning, so I’ve been a wreck for about 12 hours now. 

Yeah, this is definitely up there with Not Fade Away, which was another series finale that captured the spirit and theme of its show perfectly. 

I have so much to say about this episode, but I’ll leave it at three: