Pretty Little Liars.
Pretty Little Liars is unfortunately no Gossip Girl, but then again, thank goodness it's also as well no Gossip Girl.
I started watching yesterday, and it's 27 episodes later.
A compelling series long rolling scandalous mystery littered with deserving body count headlining the plot... But individually each episode is entirely beige.
The children dressed like hookers in the limelight keep just making the most invalid stupid life choices digging deeper graves for all their woe and it just started raining.
It's like they want me to reach into the television and slap them.
Slap the little bitches.
(The villain constantly calls them bitches. It's the shows language.)
Slap them, and slap them and slap them...
I'm afraid to go to sleep that I might be menaced by persecuting visions of these wispy trite selfish monsters.
Am I supposed to cheer on that paedophile sleeping with his 16 year old student when any fool can see she needs a safety helmet to leave the house? And even if you can forgive her for being a moron who doesn't know the difference between the Artful Dodger and some guy called Arthur Dodger... SHE'S FOUR FEET TALL!!!!!
If you feel compelled to frakk most 48 inch tall ladies you chance across, then you're either into garden gnomes or children.
Hopefully that subplot will be resolved by the time I hit season 3 tomorrow and he will be in jail married to some guy with a lot of back hair.
Pretty Little Liars is unfortunately no Gossip Girl, but then again, thank goodness it's also as well no Gossip Girl.
I started watching yesterday, and it's 27 episodes later.
A compelling series long rolling scandalous mystery littered with deserving body count headlining the plot... But individually each episode is entirely beige.
The children dressed like hookers in the limelight keep just making the most invalid stupid life choices digging deeper graves for all their woe and it just started raining.
It's like they want me to reach into the television and slap them.
Slap the little bitches.
(The villain constantly calls them bitches. It's the shows language.)
Slap them, and slap them and slap them...
I'm afraid to go to sleep that I might be menaced by persecuting visions of these wispy trite selfish monsters.
Am I supposed to cheer on that paedophile sleeping with his 16 year old student when any fool can see she needs a safety helmet to leave the house? And even if you can forgive her for being a moron who doesn't know the difference between the Artful Dodger and some guy called Arthur Dodger... SHE'S FOUR FEET TALL!!!!!
If you feel compelled to frakk most 48 inch tall ladies you chance across, then you're either into garden gnomes or children.
Hopefully that subplot will be resolved by the time I hit season 3 tomorrow and he will be in jail married to some guy with a lot of back hair.
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