There are only three possible explanations for how Pretty Little Liars turned out:
1) I. Marlene King is clinically insane;
2) I. Marlene King is the greatest troll of the decade; or
3) I. Marlene King is just an incompetent, egomaniacal dickhead.
Don’t you wish it was anything but number 3? Sigh.
Well who could have predicted it, but I might have to eat my words about PLL taking the inevitable plunge back into unwatchable, retarded shit territory.
Because damn, this ship is crooked, but I must concede, it’s yet to capsize.
Just hold on for two more episodes. Please.
Yes, not even Ella and Byron’s re-wedding, as officiated by fucking Aria, no less, can out-cheese the Suddenly Soulmates subplot of Alison and Doctor Dude.
As long as nobody is getting menaced by a ute in a parking lot, I’m happy.
Nothing important happens this episode.
Our high school secrets and mysteries soap opera is now Orange Is The New Black.
Damn transgender lesbians ruining everything.
At least none of PLL’s are black. Phew.
It’s not from Jason.
But could you imagine, though?
God, they’d have such hot babies.
Pun fans beware, there are no dark alleys vital to this episode.
There’s a dank basement. That’s close, right?
I’d say we should call the Fun Police, but Emily’s already on the case.
How is the hot, gay one of the group also the most buttoned down?
What’s a little casual manslaughter between forbidden lovers?
Just kidding. Nothing’s as abhorrent as Ravenswood.
But I’m not kidding about how much I just don’t give a shit about Pretty Little Liars anymore.
Season 5? Really?