A surprisingly moving end for our Asylum characters. Except for that one guy. He got it good.
Forward in time, then back, then forward again.
“There’s so many questions, I don’t even know where to begin.”
Crazy crazy bo bazy banana-fana fo fazy …
And just like that, it was over.
One: Watching the same cast year after year just got boring.
Mike’s headed back to the pole.
Was this kind of a good one?
This week, we handed out apologies like so many recovering pill-addicted juice heads.
Merry early Christmas, you godless pinheads.
This week, the house threw Snooki a “shore shower.”
Well, we guess it can’t be rainbows and colostrum every week.
Little girls with blonde braids: not dangerous. Little girls with red braids: not dangerous. Little girl with brown hair: murderers.
Well, this week picked up a little bit, no? SOME things happened.
Last night we pole-vaulted over the boundaries of good taste with an episode titled “I Am Anne Frank.”
On last night’s installment of the Insane Brown Posse farewell tour …
Wait … so how many Bloody Faces are there?
Deena was sprung from the chokey, and her parents were most displeased.
There was a young priest and an old priest.
This episode’s barely beating heart was the Roger-Jenni shove/drink toss.