Either that or you’re all insomniacs. Which pretty much describes my friends anyway.
and someone is bound to be flummoxed at every turn!
Me. Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?
No top-secret underground lair spying. No recapping the last episode.
And what is this “foreshadowing” thing that I keep hearing about?
finally meet Linda’s mother, Teresa. Mother Teresa? Hey, come on. If that’s not funny, maybe you need to try less sleep.
a spunky lady who seems to enjoy life and such diverse hobbies as collecting velvet Elvis paintings and stealing perfume from her daughter. What’s not to love? She is in a wheelchair and missing a leg. Sadly, no Jonny Fairplay here, afterall.
Original Monet artwork? Or more Elvis paintings? It’s always the important questions that remain unanswered.
Dan-in-the-Van desperately tries to change the subject, but “How ‘bout them Patriots?” isn’t going to fool anyone now.
Add a lot of “like”-s, “dude”-s, and “totally”-s, in there, and you pretty much have it all, with 20 seconds to spare.
So back to the secret underground lair we go! Fly!
Six hours later, it’s time for the reunion show! Except, not.
but in reality, this will be the
big reveal! *jazz hands*
you so DID NOT use JAZZ HANDS!!
