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Oooh, let’s scope out the contents of Sarah and Joyce’s respective corkboards. Sarah: Angry eyes. Some sort of scribbled word. What appears to be Beef’s head in a sauna. Muscled hulk. Joyce: Teddy bear. Her own face.
Oh, okay, good, Danny brought up Ruth’s depression. As a footnote, kind of. Howard, I’m right there with you.
“I, of course, was drawn to her charisma. And just her charisma, not her boobs. No. That would be immoral of me and an improper mental detour to even entertain, especially out loud in conversation.”
So, Danny, you gonna tell Howard about how his sister is depressed and in a downward spiral of despair, unmoored from all feelings of self-respect and accountability? No? You’re going to drone on again about your ex-girlfriend? All right. Carry […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“Yes, Howard, you too could have been invited to this party and potentially have gotten lucky with your sister.”
It seems that Ruth has systematically lost all of her principles one by one, until she’s been stripped bare of any meaning. It’s gotten so bad that she’s drinking alcohol at a social gathering with friends! On a Friday night! […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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