You created a burner to mock me for being in the greys on a site where I’ve posted half a dozen times and I’ve never been followed?

It was written by a freelancer.

Who wants to donate to the GoFundMe for my whale oil lamp business?

Then let her starve herself to death, the fucking traitor.

If one were, say, a NYC based blogger from the UK, how would one prevent, for the sake of argument, cockroaches from infesting your recently scrubbed garbage can?

Don't be disrespecting Lyle Lovett.

Nice.

Yes, I just don’t agree with the premise that it’s all about their brokenness.

The point where the priest caught Fleabag breaking the fourth wall was a big “aha!” moment for me that telegraphed how things were going to go. And I loved it.

No, but you didn’t say it wasn’t, you just said it wasn’t quite so much.

No, but you didn’t say it wasn’t, you just said it wasn’t quite so much.

“but perhaps not quite as laugh out loud funny”

I'm trying to not judge you for being so horribly wrong. 

The "this is a love story" bit was pure Shakespeare.

I think Fleabag's attraction to the priest and vice-versa is much less about the fact they're a reflection of each other's past and much more about the fact they're two healthy, young people who are both rather likeable. They both have issues, but, as has been demonstrated, they've both been working quite hard to be…

The episode 1 link is 404'd.

I’m disturbed by that woman’s cameltoe exhibitionist fetish.

I dunno anymore.

I dunno anymore.

No.

Why yes, I do hate myself for noticing that.

Why yes, I do hate myself for noticing that.