GROSS. Just … gross. Am I the only one who wants to check his freezer for human heads?
The whole thing just smacks of somebody who’s watched too many sitcoms and thinks that shit’s actually hilarious in real life. As with every sitcom I try to watch (other than Raising Hope, which is fucking awesome) I am alternately bored and nauseous, listening to him.
I don’t know what’s creepier, the constant assertion that his family belongs to him (and it’s not that he says “my house,” it’s the defensive intonation), the way he’s unable to say “vagina” (like the word has cooties), the hooting laughter of the crowd, or the need for him to ply “his” wife with wine before she’ll even consider sex with him in the first place.
Given the choice between this douchebag and the Washington Redskins, I’d pick the Redskins too.
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