I thought the same, erika, although a spin through UrbanDictionary only muddied the waters for me.

Like a gay guy with a wife named Tamika is living on the down-low cause he has a secret life. The rest of article is good, though. Huh. Finally have something in common with football players.ETA: Another stupid question: Is it me or is Herc death to cameras? Because didn't he lose that other one in a tennis ball that led to the creation of the "Fuzzy Dunlop" secret informant identity? Or is that the same camera? I think it could be like Meldrick Lewis and the squad cars.

Fucking Simon. Making me feel bad for Herc? There's always been something I never liked about the man, which I can't put my finger on, but I hate to see him jammed up for a bunch of stupidity coming to a head at once And Tommy Carcetti sounds like the biggest poser in the fucking world saying "motherfucker". He is not allowed to say it again, if he makes me feel street, you know?

I was offered the opportunity to watch the rest of the season and after 2 weeks of holding out, went for it like a motherfucker. At this point, I'm sorta afraid to say anything in this thread.

Corwood, you punk. You *so* suck cock by choice. But if you don't step up, how am I gonna keep Hamsterdam here? You old school motherfuckers ain't got no posting ethics. Damn.

OK, I'll say that the moment when Lester figured out the deal with the vacants sent chills up my spine. What was his line? "Lex is in there. This is his tomb."?

I'm just sniping cause I'm jealous. But I'm not ready for it to be over yet, either."Y'all two making me emotional and shit."(And I'm thinking we know each other enough that I can break your balls without putting up them emoticon bitches, right? Correct me if I'm wrong but I meant that in a joking spirit. Say what you want, bunky. We're still heng mai.) Yeah, Lester on his game is a powerful thing.Especially because he's so mellow and uncle-ish making his furniture that it can be easy to forget he's good police. I think the whole city paid for his wasted years in Evidence Control.

And I'm thinking we know each other enough that I can break your balls without putting up them emoticon bitches, right?

It's all in the game.

The game stay the same.(it's too fucking easy to talk like that.) It's okay....I can wait for "my husband" to bring the pain in his time. He can always break my heart, yet somehow I feel better for the experience and not as demoralized as I might expect. Have I mentioned what a mental experience it is watching this and early West Wing at the same time? I may break my brain doing that shit.

Yeah, in Simon's hands, we're just like those little bitches in chess that go out and get killed early.