Holy shyt. I love this fukkin show. Just when you thought the writers maybe slipped up and lost track of the Mole issue..BOOM...next episode we are right back on it. These nikkas are crafty as fukk, they got off the Mole chase and dug deeper into Nazir's plan, without revealing shyt and still had us sweating each week...paced it out perfectly and are now about to go back into some conspiracy shyt..
It's gonna be a hell of a race at the Emmy's
I know @hexagram23 is loving the fukk outta the writing right now
It's gonna be a hell of a race at the Emmy's
I know @hexagram23 is loving the fukk outta the writing right now
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@ Carrie getting kidnapped by the most dangerous terrorist in the world... leaving the facility because of Brody's deal and THEN coming back looking for the same guy with some wack ass pipe even though this dude just had the burner to her dome.
My nikka Finn da gawd got that vitctory speech written already. His pops is in the bushes so you know the prince is ready to sit in that throne. He ain't worried about no 47% or 1%. My nikka's about all the percents...of bytches that is 
I was scratching my head when I seen him hit up Dana, but when you think about it it makes sense. You can't be having just some random ass PAWGS as first ladies. 
It's one thing to have a big booty hoe throwing it back in the suite in Morocco, but you can't be on the campaign trail with those ratchet ass bytches. 
Dana's got that first lady steez. She just needs that upgrade. Switch them New Balances for some red bottoms. That Old Navy for some Louis V. That Honda Accord for a Aston Martin. Those mayonnaise sandwiches for some caviar. 
My nikka Finn didn't even remember what ol girl he ran over looked like. He was just tryna get Dana back in the stable. Give her another shot. If she's smart she'd stick with the script and get on the Oval Office swag. 
Kick that lame nikka Xander over that fiscal cliff and step in Air Force One with the gawd. 
Flying coast to coast. Sipping Moet in the private jet. Eating foie gras at a bistro in Paris then catching a flick at Cannes. 
Or...she could stick in that safe house the CIA got her stuck in. Chris da gawd robbing all those 50 inch Vizios, mom dukes giving up the guts to that off brand nikka Mike. Eating those runny ass eggs for breakfast every morning. It's up to her tho. 
