Everybody’s talking about HBO’s shows but Showtime has got two of my favorite shows-- Weeds and Huff.
This Sunday I watched all of last season On Demand and by the end I was a blubbering emotional mess. But, just like with Weeds, I feel like I’m the only one watching.
Byrd-- Is he showing signs of schizophrenia or is it normal to tie a boy up in your grandmother’s house and beat the shit out of him?
Russell-- Finally really fired? I think so. His boss didn’t even know about the dead, overdosed prostitute in his living room. But even after all of that, I cheered when he ran to be there for his son’s birth. I was hoping it would be a girl.
Teddy-- Oh My God! My daughter looked at me and asked, “Do you think she’ll go back to him?” “If she does, she needs a room right next to him!”
The best line of any show on TV has got to be Huff’s imaginary Russian friend: Just because your wife has a dinner party and doesn’t invite you, it’s not an excuse to drink squid secretions and have intercourse with a Korean.