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If it's not too much to claim -- and heck, I claimed it about Is it looking good with a guitar? Is it breaking shit in a hotel room that -- and this is the crucial point -- somebody else is paying for?

Only Frank on drums is hopeless, but that's true of 70% of drummers who actually have gigs, so you can't really fault him.

Is it really too ball-busting to ask a guy to drop .75 on you at Chipotle after an hour (or five minutes, let’s be honest) of a semi-drunk hookup? We girls can do so much better, and your 30-year-old self will thank you for it.

Or wrong to expect the boy who so consistently texts you each Saturday at a.m. I just don’t understand today’s collegiate standards. Unless that “What’s up” text is followed by a sincere, “What are you doing tonight? When you like a boy and that boy likes you, it shouldn’t be complicated.

That said, Dennis's Ziggy Stardust-rouged recantation of the aspersions he cast on Kevin's mental ability does pull the ending back into territory.

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That fact that shoots hardcore fetish porn there was, of course, incredibly alluring too.

I’m sorry, but when the fuck did “dating” disappear? She’s super classy, and she’s kind of with this new guy.

to allocate one precious evening for a dinner date? Dating has completely disappeared, and girls jokingly refer to a “walk of shame” as a “stride of pride.” Umm, I’m calling bullshit. Let’s grab dinner together” text, he’s absolutely no concern of yours. If (and hopefully when) you find that special person, the relationship should flow naturally.

Please show me one girl who looks proud on that lonely walk home, with obviously smeared mascara, messy bedroom hair, and eyes focused on the concrete ground. Fuck the mind games, fuck the booty calls, fuck him!

Befitting its near miss with thematic coherence, the episode ends with an Actual Climactic Scene: Kevin the Maybe Retarded Next Eminem gets up on stage and delivers a rap that, as I believe the kids say, "disses" Dee. I'm telling you, were it not for his poorly staged exit from Electric Dream Machine's abortive set, this episode would have convinced me that Charlie is the most interesting character on the show.

The put-down resembles in form the kind of normal-person outrage that the gang often elicits, but because it's presented in a rhyming performance by someone with the power of local celebrity, it somehow comes across as utter devastation -- less funny than savage.

“There was just as much fucking going on then as now. Not so much the first sentence of the quote, which is plainly true enough.

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