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twentieth august | eleven thirty post meridiem
B.O.B.
I know I've said it before but here it is again: Mary-Louise Parker in those baggy suits she was given to wear in last year's West Wing is sex in pure traipsing, wisecracking, eye-rolling form. The casual, mumbly, "yeah I went to Yale and was queen of NOW and could fry your penis on a platter if you so much as look at me wrong but whatev I'm a bit bushed" character is AWESOME and oh by the way did you notice she was besuited and BAREFOOT in the beginning of tonight's (rerun) episode? Homina homina homina. Ok, the leering creepshow is over for now. Please drive through.