Smallville
was wacky, geez. They've really delved into the deepest corners of their asses.
I saw the ending coming, but you have to love Clark's typically stupid leap of logic:
Just because the coffin's empty doesn't necessarily mean she's alive. She got blown up, man. The body might not really have been in bury-able condition. Or they might not have found it, which isn't always a dead giveaway, unless you're on TV. Of course, she better fucking be alive or I'm going to make sure someone else isn't.
I wonder how he's going to explain
to Lois how he suddenly knows.
He's not the brightest bulb, nor played by the best actor.
But, dear lord, there was
sweaty shirtless bleeding Lex
and
con-muffin Lionel
so I was okay. I FFed through the
Paris
stuff.
Where was the latter? I must have been in the kitchen.
Con-muffin?
I was thinking of the
jailyard stereotype of the exercise yard, and the suddenly buff
Lionel.
Suddenly? There was a shirtless scene last season where even
I
was attracted to him for a second.
Daniel, she meant the city.
Oh, I'd not be near this calm about mocking the episode had it not been the city.
Guess you're not watching next week's episode of
Veronica Mars,
then.
How did you make it through "The L.A."?
