This review is later than Carrie's period. Speaking of periods, Carrie realizes Quinn didn't murk the baby, right? How is she smoking Newports and getting into hang gliding accidents when she's three months pregnant? Where can nikkas even hang glide in D.C?
Between the bottles of Grey Goose, lithium, smoking with cigarettes like Latarian Milton da gawd, and extreme sports that baby's gonna come out like Walt Jr, minus the affinity for breakfast
Since Brody's going to Iran, that means his crib in the Tower of David is vacant, right?
They didn't even let my dude go to rehab. What happened to the Brody that used to jerk off on his wife's chest and kill vice presidents? You're shytting yourself and getting carried around like a baby by a group of dudes with immaculate beards?
Getting tossed off of boats in botched baptism attempts?
Tripping balls off that good African shyt to the point you think you're a vampire and can't even stake yourself the right way?
We've all seen Buffy, aim for the heart not the forearm, nikka
Thanks to the power of T.V magic my dude was back like cooked crack in 16 days/three seconds. Letting those army guns off like Gilbert Arenas
But dude couldn't leave well enough alone and had to go visit Dana
What made him think that was a good idea. She went from relaxing in penthouse suites at Cannes with Finn da gawd to cleaning toilet seats at the Holiday Inn for minimum wage while listening to Macklemore on her Beats By Breh
She's still coping with that massive L and he's just gonna waltz up to try to reconnect? Brody just needs to head to Iran and wife up an Arab broad before Carrie pins that kid on him and starts asking for child support