Good to see Evan Peters playing an unsettling creep again, even if this one isn’t a bloodthirsty extremist cult leader... yet.

“Well, I can’t speak for Ford, but I don’t give a fuck how you die. As long as I get to watch.”

“Do you not normally go to the feasts?”

Didn’t expect Kerry to slowly and unexpectedly become the cream soda-loving MVP of the season, but I sure as hell won’t complain.

“Hello, old friend.”

Really hope the ghost of Duckworth sticks around as a recurring character. The way he gave shade to Beakley on her housekeeping skills was fucking priceless.

If you couldn’t tell by my profile pic, I’m very fucking happy about this.

Okay, yeah, shin. But still, it was great.

“That idea would suck a dick just to cut in line to suck a bigger dick.”

Really? That Family Guy episode ending’s “emotion” was far less earned. Right after Peter admitted to God that he’s a horrible husband, father and all-around human being, he still got another undeserved chance to be the same despicable asshole to his family that he’s been for years.

Syd flying down in that parachute in the middle of the desert just to kick David in the balls was as fucking perfect a moment as this show could give me.

“Can’t you... say something to them?”

“Mission Impos-slug-ble” was definitely my favorite of the two: Tina showing off Mathy Cathy, Bob’s pickle eulogy, Gene calling himself a “sexy Switzerland.” And any episode with Ambrose being a horrible influence to kids gets an A in my book.

They really had to add that “Flanders’ wall of dead wives” gag at the end there, didn’t they? It’s like this show just gets off on making his life more pointlessly depressing.

Simply addressing the fact that the show’s been including way too many cameos lately and making that the basis of the finale’s monologue doesn’t make it any better. Either this is Lorne’s bizarre attempt at trolling us or... yeah, that’s probably it.

Really got a kick out of the kelpies being voiced by what were essentially murderous off-color versions of Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy. Just that they kept following the gang, hoping they’d get lucky and eat one of them, was pure gold.

So happy I disagree with this review. This album is fucking amazing.

I genuinely thought this was a parody of those shitty live-action talking animal movies that plagued theaters in the late ‘90s and early ‘00s, but knowing that it’s actually fucking real, and that Natasha Lyonne somehow got roped into it, makes me wanna set every copy of this abomination on fire.

“So go make me some goddamn breakfast.”

Cheryl in a barrel.