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apocalypsosForgive me, but I'm flipping between this and Halloweentown II. Yes, I know I'm sad.
BWAHAHAHA! Danny Farrell! Just like on The 4400! Yay for fandoms ... vaguely colliding! :)
Okay, so when does the paperboy shout, "I want my two dollars!"?
"Every two days, I clean." Oh, Tom. You're so very, very, VERY stupid.
Tom, cleaning is part of the new life you decided you wanted. Get used to it.
You know, I was kind of feeling sympathy for Rex's mother last week, but now ... not so much. The crying is starting to get excessive, even for her.
Okay, the "Carlos and Gabrielle Hate Each Other So Very, Very Much" Show is amusing the hell out of me.
And the Applewhites are creeping the hell out of me. Well, perhaps not the extremely hot son, who really is getting more and more attractive, as if that were even possible.
Carlos went to college on a golf scholarship? *snerk*
Susan put all of Mike's stuff in the garage? It's been, like, a day or two, for crying out loud.
I can't go against Susan developing something remotely resembling some common fucking sense about the safety of her family in regards to Zach, but jeez, Susan, you're still treating Mike like an ass.
"Even Italians take a break now and then." As someone with Italian family ... *giggles*
Oh, God, can't these two find a happy medium? Bree can shed a tear or two, and Phyllis can stop wailing like a banshee.
HEE!
Uh-oh. Bree's just a tiny bit screwed, isn't she?
Oh, good Lord, Creepy George is back. And he's trying to take her on a date? EWWWWW.
The "jugs the size of Texas" line killed me.
What the FUCK is Edie wearing? I mean, okay, she's hot and she can get away with pretty much anything, but ... uh, NO.
Oh, for God's sake. She just hit Edie with her car, didn't she? *sighs*
*snerk* I kind of like Karl, the slime.
EWWWW. Leftover cheese sandwiches from the day before? Oh, Tom.
Okay, for letting a rat die for that, I really hate Lynette right now. (At least, I assume that's what happened, 'cause I missed stuff.)
Ooo, she's going to put sleeping pills into Sloth's meals! (Meanwhile, Betty? Still fucking creepy.)
Oh, Phyllis, shut UP and get off the phone.
Next week: Karl makes a crack about Edie maybe becoming family someday, which ... ewwwwww. Rex gets dug up. Betty and her genetically gifted offspring get all beaten up.
BWAHAHAHA! Danny Farrell! Just like on The 4400! Yay for fandoms ... vaguely colliding! :)
Okay, so when does the paperboy shout, "I want my two dollars!"?
"Every two days, I clean." Oh, Tom. You're so very, very, VERY stupid.
Tom, cleaning is part of the new life you decided you wanted. Get used to it.
You know, I was kind of feeling sympathy for Rex's mother last week, but now ... not so much. The crying is starting to get excessive, even for her.
Okay, the "Carlos and Gabrielle Hate Each Other So Very, Very Much" Show is amusing the hell out of me.
And the Applewhites are creeping the hell out of me. Well, perhaps not the extremely hot son, who really is getting more and more attractive, as if that were even possible.
Carlos went to college on a golf scholarship? *snerk*
Susan put all of Mike's stuff in the garage? It's been, like, a day or two, for crying out loud.
I can't go against Susan developing something remotely resembling some common fucking sense about the safety of her family in regards to Zach, but jeez, Susan, you're still treating Mike like an ass.
"Even Italians take a break now and then." As someone with Italian family ... *giggles*
Oh, God, can't these two find a happy medium? Bree can shed a tear or two, and Phyllis can stop wailing like a banshee.
HEE!
Uh-oh. Bree's just a tiny bit screwed, isn't she?
Oh, good Lord, Creepy George is back. And he's trying to take her on a date? EWWWWW.
The "jugs the size of Texas" line killed me.
What the FUCK is Edie wearing? I mean, okay, she's hot and she can get away with pretty much anything, but ... uh, NO.
Oh, for God's sake. She just hit Edie with her car, didn't she? *sighs*
*snerk* I kind of like Karl, the slime.
EWWWW. Leftover cheese sandwiches from the day before? Oh, Tom.
Okay, for letting a rat die for that, I really hate Lynette right now. (At least, I assume that's what happened, 'cause I missed stuff.)
Ooo, she's going to put sleeping pills into Sloth's meals! (Meanwhile, Betty? Still fucking creepy.)
Oh, Phyllis, shut UP and get off the phone.
Next week: Karl makes a crack about Edie maybe becoming family someday, which ... ewwwwww. Rex gets dug up. Betty and her genetically gifted offspring get all beaten up.
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Date: 2005-10-03 01:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-10-03 02:37 am (UTC)I am consoled by the thought that although this particular plot thread is clearly going to get worse before it gets better, when Bree finally finds out what happened, her wrath will be righteous indeed.
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Date: 2005-10-03 02:43 am (UTC)