Detective Eddie Ruins All
This show had promise.
Then, Detective Eddie showed up-you know, like if you were enjoying a seaside sunset, sipping a nice glass of wine, breathing the fulsome twilight air, when someone walks up, drops trou, squats, and explosively empties their bowels onto the sand next to you-upwind no less-all the while pulling on an unfiltered Marlboro, picking their nose, popping a zit, and noisily hacking up part of a lung into an SNL-grade Speci-Pak.
Suffice it to say that whatever enjoyment you might have hoped to derive from this show's promise, and howsoever you might try to ignore the all-envelopingly fetid stench and to forget the unspeakably obscene tableau that's unfolded before you, in the end, the latter is all that you will perceive and remember.
Too bad. I'll watch that sunset elsewhere, on another evening.
Then, Detective Eddie showed up-you know, like if you were enjoying a seaside sunset, sipping a nice glass of wine, breathing the fulsome twilight air, when someone walks up, drops trou, squats, and explosively empties their bowels onto the sand next to you-upwind no less-all the while pulling on an unfiltered Marlboro, picking their nose, popping a zit, and noisily hacking up part of a lung into an SNL-grade Speci-Pak.
Suffice it to say that whatever enjoyment you might have hoped to derive from this show's promise, and howsoever you might try to ignore the all-envelopingly fetid stench and to forget the unspeakably obscene tableau that's unfolded before you, in the end, the latter is all that you will perceive and remember.
Too bad. I'll watch that sunset elsewhere, on another evening.
- bryancapps-09006
- Feb 12, 2024