Tonight is going to be an amazing Thanksgiving Eve (or “Skanksgiving,” as one Leon Phelps would say). House to myself, and all the time in the world to catch up on The Good Wife, Glee, Parenthood, The Mindy Project, Castle, and all the other shows I’m behind on. The long weekend is also the prime opportunity to vortex on something that’s been on my list for far too long… Suits? The West Wing? Misfits? The possibilities are endless. A pretty fucking awesome Plan B for the holiday (as Plan A was a major fail).
We’re playing this game I learned at work. You have to name all the states in six minutes
"Carl pointed his gun at the walker for awhile. I thought he was going to pull a Rick and shoot the zombie in the head. Instead, he totally pulled a Lori by screwing everything up. First, his presence instigated the walker into freeing itself. Then, he dropped the gun. Then, he ran off screaming, no doubt leading the walker right back to the farm. Poor Carl clearly takes after his mom."