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That was pretty fucking gross.

Goddamn, that Last Supper tableau was as fucking dark as dark gets. The real Barry ain't got shit on Dutch. Also don't see myself getting sick of the Pam's gender gag anytime soon.

"Using her poontang to hoodwink and bamboozle"

MAH VAGINA!

Which, said by anyone but Lars, it kinda is.

Even if Lars didn't show up to the party (for soon-to-be-explained reasons), it was nice to see Sadie interact with the cool kids for once and let her guard down. And now I desperately need to try an ube roll like there's no fucking tomorrow!

It's official, then. Donald Glover can literally do anything ever.

Enough of these goddamn Hercules/Tarzan/King Arthur reboots. They're not fun, they're definitely not memorable, and nobody fucking asked for them in the first place.

I guess you can say Doug is the Jerry Smith of this show.

"We gotta get outta this spicy meatball!"

CSI: Norami

"Huell, how does Chuck not act?"
"Reasonably."

I'm really trying to hold in my thoughts about the finale until Thursday, but goddamn, is it hard!

Pretty obvious the reveal of "Nora" would be Steven's name if he were a girl, but it was a good episode nonetheless. But after having just watched the entire bomb, all I can say is it's about to get a whole lot more fucked up from here.

The way he even told his dad that he was alone felt like a knife in the gut. A part of me hopes it can still work out for them, but I wouldn't be surprised if it doesn't.

That was some stunning fucking cinematography. The way that water trickled down her cheek like a faucet was mesmerizing. Whoever shot that deserves an Emmy ASAP.

I fucking lost it with this:

"Fittingly, I lost my back-virginity in Assateague."
"I once lost my wallet in Denver."

"I'm just the cream filling in this gay-claire."

"Well, hand me a cracker and spread it up with I Can't Believe It's Not Menopause."