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I have mixed feelings about him being with Sookie (again). I think they are kind of mismatched because he's so big and burly (and hot as hell), and she's tiny. But because he's with her, the "star" of the show, we get to see more of him, which is always good. I'm glad he's not with some skank like he has been, but I don't necessarily think Sookie is the answer, but that is because I believe Bill+Sookie=4eva, even though Bill's story and persona's gone so far off the rails, it's in another galaxy. There needs to be an Arlene Lite w/o 12 kids, who would be perfect for Alcide. She could run the town occult/curiosities store.

I assume it's supposed to look like he has a giant erection, which, no. That commercial gave me anxiety with all the fast music, running, lights, people in a GLASS BOX SUSPENDED ON A WIRE OVER THE CITY and general freneticness. Instant hate. Good point about the business cards, janie jones.

I can tell you from the utter lack of effort on the part of 75% of the men on dating sites, going to Wendy's via public transportation would be a romantic feat in today's sad society.

And I would want that for my ringtone, why? Am I the adult male overenthusiastic leader of a traveling youth singalong group?

I've seen various therapists off and on over the past 20 years (meh), and zero-point-zero of them have ever had me burn mock tabloids in a ring of fire, pretend my significant other or other family member was laying dead in a fake morgue, or play a fake game show. But then, none of my therapy has ever been televised, and if any therapist ever requested that it be, I would petition the medical board to have his/her license revoked.

I actually like the one Skittles commercial in which the old lady is walking (on a leash) her cloud that rains Skittles (because why not?), and some kid comes up and asks if he can pet it, and it shocks him with a lightning bolt, because "it doesn't like to be touched there" (or however it goes). It's just weird, not gross, and the oldster wins in the end, so, yay!

Lochlan (or however his name is spelled) can eat a bag of dicks with that sexist crap he was spewing. Yes, a bag of dicks. Right back at him with sexism.

Being an Old, I irrationally hate it because of the "sorrynotsorry" bit. The commercial would've been more impactful without those internet meme words, in my opinion (sorry, "IMO").Also, Pantene sucks because they rub their products in bunnies' eyes (test on animals).

This is one of the funniest things I've read in a while! This whole thread has me cracking up. The posts on this show make me so glad I don't watch it anymore, but damn, it's hilarious to read about it! Also, Chatfish (the name) makes me want to punch whatever middle-management assclown came up with it. Walmart is in every town. I can tell you as a former extremely poor person (I finally have a full-time job again), if you are on food stamps or any other form of government assistance, you can get what shitty people call an "Obamaphone", a very basic phone that comes with 250 minutes and 250 texts per month. Five bones will get you 500 minutes and 500 texts per month total. There are several providers, but I had Assurance Wireless. Poor people tend to not be smart about money (tattoos and piercings--I have them; I'm not knocking them; but I didn't get them when I had close to zero income), but that is a different discussion for a different website.

This is me, too, Tara! I really don't like kids in general except for those to whom I'm related, and I mostly just tolerate most of those except for a special one or two (the truth hurts, y'all; I was a terrible kid, too, and hey, I'm not everyone's cup of tea now, really), but I freaking cried during this show. I love it so much. (I love the two leads; I'd watch them anywhere!) The episode reminded me of when my sister called me when she was in labor (two states away) and I could hear my now-six-year-old niece's fetal heartbeat on the monitor. I've never forgotten how special that was, even though babies and pregnant women freak. me. out.

What 1980s aerobic-inspired drunk-getting-dressed-in-the-dark getup was Traci wearing?? Those sneakers with pom-poms? The hell? "Breakfast vodka" is called "alcoholism" where I come from.

I try not to body-shame, sitting over here in my glass house, but Tanisha is built like a linebacker...or is what people used to call big guys, "barrel-chested"...or is Humpty Dumptesque.Her thick-as-Kraft-singles acrylic nails make my skin crawl.

They remind me SO MUCH of TV evangelists/people on shows like "The 700 Club". There's just some fake, creepy "comforting" put-on by them that really frightens me and reminds me of my days as a kid in church/church camp/activities/etc. The indoctrination. ::shudder::

This weekend, I had to re-swipe very quickly in one of those "Square" readers that plug into a smartphone, FWIW.

Thanks! I was thinking today about how hilarious it is that he has that commercial in which when he "made it big" he was so thrilled to be able to buy the same kind of douchemobile that he had to sell back in the day when he was making pizzas in a broom closet or whatever, while his employees can barely afford to put gas in their cars.

OK, I have to ask; is the Papa John's thing about his reaction to Obamacare?

For the Grease 2 lovers, "Who's That Guy?" has been in my head (and therefore sung aloud) all week. "It doesn't even matter that I haven't seen his face!" I'd text my sister a random song line and she'd send me one back. :)

I was reading back over this thread just now and this reminded me of a stupid hipster kid I saw at Panera this morning. He was wearing skinny jeans (which I *loathe* on men) with a saggy ass, fucking tweed brogues or something similar, and a t-shirt with Charlie Sheen's face and the word "Winning" underneath it. I wanted to punch the guy in his deliberately patchy-bearded face. On one hand, I'm old, because that stupid shit annoys me, but not old enough to not give a damn. I was really terrified for that little mousie! We used to get field mice in our house when I was growing up, and I thought they were so cute. I know they are disgusting, but I don't care. Our cat was a good mouser for a while. I hated when Mom put out traps after the cat was no longer interested in catching mice. Seeing a mouse dead on a trap is so sad. I remember the inane commercial featuring a bunch of women in sensible low-heeled pumps playing basketball.

Right on. My mother kept a "paddle" in the car (matched the house version) for when my sisters or I acted up on the road. She had only to pull it out from alongside the seat and hold it up for us to act right and stop touching/looking at each other all in the back seat of, *shockingly*, a sedan--not a rolling playpen/SUV with DVD players, iPod jacks, power everything, etc.I don't personally agree with hitting your kids, but we had a healthy fear of my mother. *I* knew how to behave in public. Granted, this was +/-30 years ago, but parents weren't afraid to parent, generally speaking. My grown sister now does a great job with her six-year-old daughter without threat of violence. I don't have nor want kids because I would cause violence to myself if so. My first car, a $750 1977 VW Beetle, had rusted rear floorboards with holes big enough to put your foot through. My stepdad bolted in sheetmetal, and called it a day. I loved that silly beater car. My sisters and I nicknamed it the "Honey Wagon" after Will Smith calling his car that on The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. My mom got me a fake vanity plate for the front bumper; it read "HUNYWAGN". Good times.

Tap dancing is hilarious, speaking as someone who took dance classes when I was young. My friends make me do steps and I goofily overact them for their enjoyment. I laughed out loud at the "Monster Mash" routine, trying to visualize it--werewolf mask and lab coat!

It *is* for "pediatric hospice" (which I didn't know was a thing until this reading this thread, but I really wonder why they need to advertise).

This is the dumbest thing, but thank you for spelling her nickname "Pennsyltucky" rather than "Pennsatucky"! I don't know why it bothers me, and I haven't looked it up on the show's site to see what it's "supposed" to be, but it makes complete logical sense that it's "Pennsyl"(vania) not "Pennsa"--as in Pennsylvania-Kentucky. I told you, I know it's dumb, but it bothers me so much. Not as much as those rotten teeth, though.

Of course! I recorded it and alerted my sister that it was on! :) Don't feel bad--I've not seen Pootie Tang. I can't get past the title.

Welcome to our world, funandfitpt! My sister listens to the Grease movie soundtracks as she works. She'll be chatting with me during the day and type a random song lyric and I'll know exactly what she's talking about, no explanation needed! She has introduced her six-year-old daughter to the songs. My niece also loves to act out Ren's dance moves from Footloose.

I'm glad to say I've never been to a male revue/strip club, but having seen them on TV, they actually look like that. It's disgusting. That's what made it funny. The "Daddy" sign was fantastic. I am really enjoying this show!