I'm glad that Wallace turned himself in -- I hope he figures out a solution.
Veronica Mars: Annoy, Tiny Blonde One. Annoy Like the Wind.
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Okay, very interesting.
And - also - the Wallace thing -- good.
I totally forgot Piz ever existed. It's nice to see him again.
I don't get the Piz appeal. I thought the "plagarizm" thing was so convoluted that I didn't care who did it by the time it came out.
Wallace is all good.
Keith, on the other hand, sucks.
Keith, on the other hand, sucks.
I'm surprised Buffista everywhere didn't hear my pained cry of "Keeeiiitthhhh!!! Noooooo!!!!!" I am so disappointed in him.
So disappointed in the writers tonight. What they did with Keith. What they seem to be doing with Piz (i.e., pining for Veronica).
More importantly, all the things tonight that would never happen on a college campus. I'm all for willing suspension of disbelief, but I have my limits.
And was that cologne a personal blend? Or does Veronica have other reasons for suspecting that guy? I don't remember who he is.
The lack of Mac tonight was painful. Veronica going to some random dude who helps people cheat for computer help?
And was that cologne a personal blend? Or does Veronica have other reasons for suspecting that guy? I don't remember who he is.
He's the sleazy guy who runs the casino out of his dorm room. I think sleazy+cologne+clippers was enough to send Veronica to Lamb.
I'm betting it's his roommate, though. (If he has one. Otherwise, no idea.)
Ah, his roommate -- that's good and less obvious than it being (Warner?) -- particularly since he has an alibi.
I am very disappointed in Keith.
But Wallace - that's my Wallace.
I think there was a theme tonight...starts with...uh, uh, c. C-H something. C-H-E? No, wait, Chanvils!
NOOOOOO. Not Keith.
Bad writers. No Biscuits.