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Anybody who can’t tell the difference between a picture of an animal on a shirt and an actual animal needs to see an eye doctor before hunting or doing anything else where good eyesight is a matter of life or death.
Well I can’t speak for them, but I personally could’ve done without that “rich white girl relaxes by the pool while black girl works the field” scenario from last week.
For some reason, the word “sociopath” springs readily to mind. I know he’s supposed to be a caricature of a horribly spoiled rich kid, but even the Howells were depicted with more compassion. For that matter, J. R. Ewing was more compassionate than this kid.
Park a car in a garage? Thou speaketh madness, woman!
Like a bad neighbor, Monty is there.
First rule of designated lifeguards: The owner of the pool is the one who designates you.
Maybe Bets couldn’t get past “old man Gunther”looking like Larry Fine.
Could this be Meddick’s way of telling us why he ended the last storyline the way he did?
If that’s the case, that means that snotty rich kid, Sedgwick, is now older than Monty. And butler Jarvis is either ancient or dead.
Profanity aside, the little tyke is quite articulate. Still, this should be a lesson to Monty about lying about one’s age.