Well, Damien finally brought out all the toys to play, but it’s too little, too motherfucking late.
Actually, add mother fucking (well, surrogate mother) to the list of things Damien didn’t do in time.
There’s no way in Hell this thing is getting renewed.
I am here to spread dissatisfaction.
What? Somebody has to dampen all this love and sincere emotion.
It’s the only thing that keeps my filthy humanity at bay. Fuck empathy.
Sometimes filler is utterly pointless.
Sometimes filler is tolerable and semi-appropriate, but bizarre.
And sometimes (especially with an impending wedding and the fruition of 5 seasons’ worth of arc) it manages to be funny, serious, plot relevant and throwaway. Together.
Which is what Parks and Recreation does at its best.