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Last. For realzies?
I keep apostrophizing Nazi for some reason. Stupid Nazis.
I suppose you’re right. Who knows what the Nazi’s have their hands in? Landry needs enough paper to win Tyra’s heart.
The way this show plays with my emotions is crazy. Walt’s the worst, but his plea for Hank’s life is redeeming enough that the show left me feeling *bad* when he’s about to lose all his money to the nazi’s (how many people felt upset when he was going to lose all this money to the nazis?). Episode after episode of hating Walt, his awfulness has just gotten Hank killed, and I’m feeling guilty relief when he gets his one barrel?!?! WTF? This show.
But then the Jesse thing happens … and Ahhhhhh!!!
Speaking of money, I disagree that offering meth-cooking services would have been as persuasive as 80 million. 80 million is presumably several months of well-oiled meth cooking and distribution.
What I do find confusing is Todd wanting Jesse to cook. I don’t find it plausible that the Nazi’s would want to keep cooking after their 70 million payout. I don’t see these guys saving up to buy a second yacht.
Yea, but how many of those people would actually go, and aren’t just in this for shits and giggles (and possibly space-training)? Can you FORCE people to go to Mars? Is there like legal precedent for that?
“Why don’t you just kill yourself?” That line felt a little foreshadowy to me.
This is why I never EVER call my loved ones to tell them I’m going to be late but that I love them. Stupid TV.
The guy on the bench at the one minute mark is too chill for this prank.
I’ve come to vipe your vindows!!!
Could I be a scarier pilot?
With all the sincerity that can be conveyed by a stranger on the internet, thank you.
You know nothing facetaco!
Nothing funny to say here. The pride with which she boasts that she’s producing energy “very quickly these days,” that in fact her delusions are progressing, is sad touching miserable irony.
Just three lesbians having a healthy conversation about adultery … what’s the problem you guys?
My parents told me I could do anything I set my mind to. Imagine that let down.
For real with this! I’m dating someone who seems to primarily get her news from cnn.com. Having never visited the website myself, I was shocked to discover that an otherwise reasonable person believes that this counts as reading the news.
Grandma’s got the toaster on her face again. Play along you guys.
Except Gabe lets Kelly wear pants (I imagine).
I enjoy the technobleepy noise that pages make when they load.
Will someone fix the upvoting?
That picture reminds me of this:
Which will always brighten up my day, forever.
I thought succumbing to dysentery was succeeding at Oregon Trail. Naming the party after teachers you disliked and sending them on a grueling pace with no rations was standard fare at my school. Bonus points if you KILLED ALL THE BISON.