WTF, Junior Prom…
First—do schools even have junior proms anymore? Maybe it’s an Ohio thing.
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B—there was not nearly enough of the following in this episode:
- Lord Tubbington/Fondue for Two
- Jesse St. James, my GAWD I needed at least 45 minutes of the Groff, just to make up for the gaping hole in my heart. (Although I cannot condone his “Matthew-McConaughey-in-Dazed-and-Confused” creepy college guy who trolls the Junior Prom).
- Oh yeah—FUCKING WEMMA. I can’t…I simply can’t…I’m sorry, I need a minute…
(This is where I would insert a Wemma cap from the episode…if there was one! As it is, you get sad Don Draper tearing up at Carl and Emmy in “Up”.)
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III—there was way too much of the following in this episode:
- Gay drama (love ya Klaine, but snoozefest)
- Sue being not all that funny (except for the Merkin thing). And Jesus, seeing the three of them in Figgins’ office got me a little teary.
(the original head merkin...)
- Rachel/Quinn/Finn. I’m so over it. Sorry, I love all three of you. Please, for the love of all that’s holy, do something interesting.
