Lonnnnnnnnnng ago I used to be a meter reader for the local power company, and there was NO ANIMAL, not dogs, not feral cats, not the captive 12 point buck I had to get past that one time, not even that goddamned wolf-dog hybrid, that I trusted less than fucking GEESE. I pepper sprayed and walloped more geese to make…

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!!!

Oh, now you’re SCRUBBING them? What? ONE person calls you out and it’s Head For Redaction Town Time?

Yes, you do. You KNOW you do. WE all know you do. Your repeated, pedantic denials of this are as predictable as they are tiresome.

These gentlemen here will explain it all, as they slowly lose their sanity.

+1 Shrimp Baby for this comment.

She’s (Samantha Bee) right: that clip will NEVER get old. :D

Watching the finale, especially *this* finale in particular, when you’re polyamorous is SO frustrating. It’s like watching an imminent train wreck when you can actually SEE other rails to take that would help avoid the disaster in the first place.

More irrelevant, petulant whining. Annoying. No, I don’t care if you’re a Republican or not.

Ben, about a THOUSAND times: “I don’t understand how I can be in love with two women.”

Funny, I feel the same way about sexist dickbags saying moronic, misogynist HOT TAKES when they’re presented with a female form clad in ANY fashion.

...because as much as this show seems like it’s about polygamy, it’s actually about monogamy.

How about that sobbing TERROR that Emily put into Ben’s Mom? It was like she was adding the collective IQ of grandchildren spawned with Emily and breaking down when she realized the total wouldn’t hit triple digits.

...he’s bland as a sleeve of unsalted crackers.