1. Aw man, that's gross.
a. I'm not even talking about the scene where Tommy is impersonating Damian in his vegetable state by making noises on the phone, nor the scene where the guys are using their newly-disabled, former-fellow-firehouse-dude's life-altering injury to get chicks at the bar...I'm just talking about what happened to Damian in general. Gross.
b. Very nice build-up to it though, I genuinely thought he was dead for most of the first scene.
2. The pavillion. Lololol.
3. If you're mad because I told you what happened, fuck you, I saw it late as fuck, a good 3 weeks or so after it aired, so you're lazy.
a. I used the word "spoiler" up there, to signify that you shouldn't read this if you haven't seen the episode and are planning to. I think I might have even used it wrong. To me, "spoiler" refers to someone with inside information letting some details leak before the show even comes on. So here I am, using words incorrectly, just for your benefit. Asshole.
4. If you're mad because I used too many hyphens in that one paragraph, fuck you too; I'm in grad school.
5. Damian's such a hottie. If they're going to make him a vegetable, that's one salad I wouldn't mind tossin'!
6. Okay, okay, that's enough. Back to the subject at hand: Me. If you don't like the fact that this critique, as with many of my blog posts, is esoteric and inside jokey, not very explanatory or critical at all, and more about myself than what's described in the title, then just watch the fucking episode for yourself. You should do that anyway, it's a good show.
7. Stop making fun of me for using "lol". I do it ironically. It doesn't mean anything different though. "Lmao" on the other hand, means something totally different than what the kids think it means. ("Lick my ass out").
8. Great, now all my readers think I love rimjobs because of #s 5 and 7.
a. I've never given a rimjob and I don't particularly enjoy receiving them.
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