*********Spoiler Alert!! Anything from here down is a spoiler and if you read it you’ll be super happy if you’ve watched the show. Seriously, go watch then come back, I’ll wait.**********
Here’s a random kitty picture so you won’t see any accidental spoilers also because: kitty.
First of all: who ordered their Walking Dead with a side dish of Duke’s of Hazard this week?
Seriously, Rick and Daryl or Rickyl as I like to think of them, were ridiculous and hilarious this episode, not something we typically a whole lot of in our zombie eaten world. It was a nice departure from last weeks more violent, action packed, and emotionally driven episode (emotionally driven if you were invested in annoying children and Deanna, of which I was not, so there’s that. #ColdHearted)
Here Comes Jesus
This guy. This frakking guy. You kind of want to laugh at him whilst punching him in the face. HARD. I mean look at him.
Well now, let’s hold on that face punching thing. This guy (Tom Payne, The Physician, My Funny Valentine), isn’t too shabby looking.
Mmm hmm, mmm hmm. Oh, did I mention he’s British? He’s British. There’s that as well. So, OK, he’s cute and quirky, and clearly has the moves to keep our boys on their toes, BUT seriously the man calls himself Jesus. I mean come on. I wonder if he can go walk on water and retrieve some of those sunken supplies the three idiots managed to sink in an alarmingly deep pond.
Speaking of Water
I’M SHIPPING IT!!! Oh it happened! IT HAPPENED! Rick and Michonne. Richonne. Signed, sealed, shipped. I’ve been a quiet shipper of this set up for the last two seasons. I didn’t want to let my shriveled little dying cold heart believe that the cruel producers of TWD would throw us a bone. Well, throw Rick and Michonne a bone I guess (#giggity). But I am so happy they did. More over, no phone calls with ghost Jessie, no pining over what could have been had her children not been creepy little weirdo’s. No second guessing (yet). Just a laugh over some mints and then *BOOM* Rick is finally getting some post-apocalyptic action. Good for him. Good for Michonne. Now can we work on Daryl? Who should we ship with Daryl…..oh hello Jesus….#ShitStarter
Us either Michonne, us either.
Jesus Ruins Post Sex Snuggles
That almost sounds like a headline. It should be a headline actually, I’d read that news article. Anyway, Richonne is quietly sleeping, enjoying being nekkid and not giving a fig when in comes Jesus to ruin the moment. Sounds like a lot of peoples nightmares actually.
Is there anything worse than Jesus coming into your room announcing to you that he wants to talk while you’re conked out from a night of pent up sex? If there is, I can’t think of it. Also, nice hand placement Rick, always knew you were an ass man.
As of now, I have no plans to write about The Walking Dead next week, I really do have a pretty neat Outlander Knitting Party Post, I’d love to actually to write, but dammit how can I when Robert Kirkman is literally killing me with this shit? OK, maybe not literally, but still. I NEED more Kirkman. I needs it now. Huh, that’s something I haven’t felt about The Walking Dead for quite a while. I tip my hat to you. #GoodDaySir
