We took a trip to Atlantic City with a long layover in GUILT CITY.
So you didn't really do anything for the Hurricane Sandy victims the first time.
Then you got reminded what a monster you were for ignoring the disaster away.
So what did you do?
You screwed over that sweet old couple. AGAIN. I hope you sleep well in your Mahmoud Ahmadinejad PJs on your Saif al-Adel bedspread.
Also, we saw men in thongs roller skate, wear high-heels and play songs that the aforementioned men wouldn't wish on their worst enemy.
So there's that.
7:03 – The brothel traverses to Munich, Germany. I just Googled Image searched 'Munich Romance' and this popped up:
7:20 – Bryden quits the show, but not before sparks FLEW. Have you ever had to tell your boss you were taking a vacation day? Or ordered off a menu at McDonald's? Maybe asked a stranger where a building was located? Then you can totally understand what just happened?
7:26 – "I need to go murder Ben." Interesting dating analogy for a Federal Prosecutor. Methinks some inmates in Lindenhurst NY might be interested in teasing his thought process out a bit further.
7:32 – I may or may not have spent 5 minutes trying to get a freeze frame on that journal. I swear that think looked typed. If it's not, Chris has a font hand.
7:44 – Mel Brooks is yodeling now?
7:55 – Mini snowmen? MINI snowmen? Big red flag there, Dez. BIG. I hope you're going to remember that at the rose ceremony, because you never go mini when there's that much snow. You go MAXY.