The tradition of Millionaire Mondays continues, this installment consisting of Kelly’s lasagna and Scott’s ice cream at the girls’ place. In the upper left, Jon Applegate demonstrates how to hypnotize a Chihuahua by holding it upside down. The upper right photo shows the look of love Zora gives to Evan. I’ve decided to make a new habit out of taking pictures of my stories on the TV. I think it’s very white trash in a hip way. How cool would it be to have a few shot of “Chips” in the old album? Good times. Fuck “Nick at Night”.
In the lower right, my jaw drops in shock at the subtitles of the escape-to-the-woods scene that clearly imply a bj by Sarah on national TV. I’m convinced that she will lose because of that event. Why buy the cow when the milking is free?
Despite a few never before seen scenes of loser cattiness, this was the worst episode ever, to quote Erik quoting Comic Book Guy. Dan described it as “flashback fluff”, but agreed that it whet our appetites for the final showdown. I watch this shite not with ironic detachment, but with sincere submerging abandonment. I am above nothing.
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Seen this morning at a newstand on the cover of Wired, “Why the Segway Stalled.” Because all the assholes who would have bought it already got a Razor Scooter for $4900 less.
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If I make it to the end without ever seeing anything that is branded Big, Fat, and Greek, I will be very happy.
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Current score: Sean 0 – Mouse 1