Touché.

Seriously, fuck white people. We are the worst.

That was an enjoyable hour of TV if only because I got to shout "Come on Coach! Let Rudy die!"

My husband can't watch the show with me because he hates Nathan. He says Nathan is obnoxious. Some people are just crazy obviously.

What got me was when the pigeons, chickens, and peacocks were in the tree and Nathan showed the gas station guy, who then observed it was "just like in nature."

I might have been crazy, and I haven't rewatched, but did anyone else think that the font on the file for The Flock of the Grey Shepherd appeared to be different than the font on the other files' labels? I think maybe the file was planted there by someone.

One time I was at a concert and a guy who I was dancing with suddenly bit me on the ass. Another random guy told him to fuck off for me and made sure he went away. That's my story.

I have to admit, when Kenny Loggins started singing Danny's song it definitely got really dusty in my house all of a sudden. This show will be missed. And I need Garret Dillahunt back on my tv like, now.

If I was a hot dog I would most definitely eat myself.

Probably for the best, otherwise the sacrificial baby would have been at risk of being cuddled to death.

Speaking of which, where was Franken-Peters this week? I thought he was their new guard dog. Was he at the groomer's?

That was my immediate though when she seemed nervous after he asked her out. She's gotta be Wesen.

Y'know, I've mixed excessive amounts of weed and alcohol plenty of times, but never has it resulted in such poor judgement that I ran off and murdered someone impulsively. Just saying.

This week has made me feel like FX was like, we see your creepy incest HBO, and raise you some even creepier incest.