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I'm back from Aldi!

I have yoghurt and avocados and cereal and eggs and butter and buns and wee little pizza snacks and nothing I bought cost more than two bucks because it's ALDI.

I CAN MAKE ANYTHING. Go ahead. Make a suggestion. I CAN MAKE IT.

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Two more episodes of Studio Sixty.

I'm not sure I can take two more episodes of a show that vacillates so wildly between genius and utter dogshit.

1. You know one of them's going to die. I mean that just has to happen. You don't get two happy endings, not for both Jordan and Tom's brother. Since there's no second season in which Danny can endure a neverending legal battle for custody of his daughter, and because Mark Jeter does not even have a face, I'm going to go with Tom's Brother Dies. Sorry, Tom.

2. Harrie, you are so worthless. I wanted to like you. I did. But you're worthless! So I can't. I'm replacing you with Awesome 29-year-old Sports Medicine Guy Named Jess. He's funnier than you.

3. You know, really, why Matt was annoyed that Danny didn't use his pre-scripted proposal? Because in his new draft he drew this amazing allegory where he was Danny and he was talking to Danny and at the end it said "Danny Tripp, will you marry me" and then poor closeted Danny went and proposed to the wrong person.

Sorry. I like Jordan, but nothing survives the great and powerful Matt/Danny ship.

3a. HEY WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT FLASHBACKS? THAT'S RIGHT, ALL HELL IS NOW INVOLVED!

POWERING UP ALL HELL BLASTERS

ALL HELL SEQUENCE INITIALISED

PASSWORD ENTERED: ALLHELL

PREPARE TO EXECUTE ALL HELL SEQUENCE

EXECUTING...


*plink*

Dammit, what went wrong now, if it's not one thing it's another, I was sure I checked the connections this ti...hey, who took the AAA batteries out of the All Hell Blasters? Seriously, you couldn't run down to the corner store and buy some of your own for your goddamn TV remote?