I only have three episodes left! This saddens me.
So I'll just start with the end here, because while Kima vs. IKEA was hilarious, Kima +
Goodnight Moon
was...just something else. That was so lovely and wonderful and unexpected in a show like this.
The serial killer shit is just getting ridiculous at this point! It's way the fuck out of control. At least McNulty is not blind to the collateral damage his scheme has wreaked. Yet, at the same time, I can't help but be sort of glad that it FINALLY WORKED, and he's able to get the resources for actual police work. But Jesus fucking Christ, he's going to be crucified when he gets caught. Unless he can talk his way out of it like Clay motherfucking Davis (who reads "Prom-a-this Bound" by "A-seely-us"). Swear to God, that motherfucker almost had
me
buying his bullshit.
Omar! Just popping a cap in Savino's ass (head)! That was surprising. He promised Bunk no more bodies! Savino didn't even do anything to him! He had a code! At least Savino was in the game. If he kills a civilian, then he's completely lost it.
Ach, erika's old tag!!! I finally fucking know where "gimpy as a motherfucker" comes from.
Random Munch cameo, ha!
Oh, Bunk. Bunk Bunk Bunk.
FUCKING KENARD?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
I feel like I just won another snowglobe!
Hec, I just want to say that I didn't read your whitefont and am now hilaritized by my response.
Finished the series. Writing The Post.
Hec, I just want to say that I didn't read your whitefont and am now hilaritized by my response.
You have psychic powers!
Here's a list of people whose heads need exploding:
1. Teppy's mean-boss.
2. Shrift's ex boss.
3. et al.
Also, thank goodness you're done. So I can post this:
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He was the black sheep, a permanent pariah. He asked no quarter of the bosses and none was given. He learned no lessons; he acknowledged no mistakes; he was as stubborn a Mick as ever stumbled out of the Northeast parish just to take up a patrolman's shield. He brooked no authority. He did what he wanted to do and he said what he wanted to say, and in the end he gave me the clearances. He was natural police. And I don't say that about many people, even when they're here on the felt. I don't say that often unless it happens to be true. Nat'ral po-lice. But Christ, what an asshole.
And I'm not talking about the ordinary gaping orifice that all of us possess. I mean an all-encompassing, all-consuming, out-of-proportion-to-every-other-facet-of-his-humanity chasm — if I may quote Shakespeare — "from whose bourn no traveler has ever returned." He gave us thirteen years on the line. Not enough for a pension. But enough to know that he was, despite his negligible Irish ancestry, his defects of personality, and his inconstant sobriety and hygiene, a true murder police. Jimmy, I say this seriously. If I was laying there dead on some Baltimore street corner, I'd want it to be you standing over me catchin' the case. Because brother, when you were good, you were the best we had.
Personally I'd take Lester, but you know. Also natural po-lice.
