On the fence about Howard for a long time, but now he's officially a giant douchebag.

"…a tale that wanders and bumps into itself before finally stumbling onto an answer, albeit one that fails to justify the effort it took to find."

It's a variation on what Groucho Marx said about wanting to join a club that won't have you as a member.

I'm just gonna go find a cash machine.

I'm guessing the Minnesota Double Coon is similar to the Cleveland Steamer or the Cincinnati Bowtie, but involves lutefisk.

Yeah, in real life you just don't have insane stalkers crazy/obsessed enough to hack a cellphone, track them to a public market, track them to your competition's apartment complex, actually go to confront said competition and then hide in the apartment while your stalking target and her boyfriend are starting to have…

Agreed. They were obviously trying to make her look like a slob a lot of the time, but that all went out the window for me when she was standing on the street in the LA sun in that form-fitting maroon dress she wore to meet her dad.

Other than the steady stream of beautiful women throwing themselves at Gus, the most unrealistic moment in this entire series is that Gus didn't immediately say "anal" like a normal man when Mickey offered to do anything sexually.

Pussy Gus ("Gussy"?) needs a swift kick in the ass or a weekend at Ron Swanson's cabin. I can no longer stomach his obsequiousness. Haven't seen the last episode, but I hope he somehow detects the stink of Harry Crane's hairy crane on Mickey and kicks her to the curb. Good luck with her, Harry. You can't make her a…

Agreed. Then again… Apatow did somehow manage to capture Leslie Mann.

Sleeping with your boss probably IS worse than pooping in your hand and parading around with it at a party, but I still find Gus' story more abnormal. But then again… I don't get invited to a lot of parties.

I'm suspending disbelief because I like the show… but there's a scene in the next episode (not a spoiler, but… ) where Mickey is standing in the California sun in a form-fitting maroon dress where I finally had to admit she is just sooooo far out of his league. Gus looks like her little brother or her personal…

Mickey has a story worse than pooping in your own hand and making it your party date? I gotta hear this.

I can buy maybe one smokin' hot — but insane — chick into Gus, but not one after another. Sisters who ask him for a threeway and a beautiful, buxom blonde actress blowing him on a soundstage? Only if Gus has some sort of deal with Satan.

Thanks for taking one for the team and drinking that vile panther piss.

Chocho Ducharse? Thanks Google Translate.

Two hours of Amy Schumer washing her vagina in a South American bar bathroom sink would be funnier.

Saturday is Shabbos, the Jewish day of rest. That means that I don't work, I don't drive a car, I don't fucking ride in a car, I don't handle money, I don't turn on the oven, and I sure as shit *don't fucking roll*!

This show is getting more philosophical than I expected about the nature of consciousness, memory, identity and meaning. I hope they keep developing this into a meaningful idea. That, and more Evan Rachel Wood naked please.

I second that.