According to Google, a balalaika is “a guitar-like musical instrument with a triangular body and two, three, or four strings, popular in Russia and other Slavic countries.” It’s these:
I’ve learned something today.
According to Google, a balalaika is “a guitar-like musical instrument with a triangular body and two, three, or four strings, popular in Russia and other Slavic countries.” It’s these:
I’ve learned something today.
This episode starts where the last one ended, with Lorelai and Spacey Grandpa on the porch discussing Rory’s future. Spacey Grandpa doesn’t like that Rory is planning tea parties like she’s the Mad Hatter. I’m assuming he means this Mad Hatter:

HEAD CANON ACCEPTED!
I really want to rag on the jacket Lorelai is wearing in the cold opening of this episode. Then I remember that I have a blazer I purchased from Goodwill with the express purpose of bedazzling the fuck out of it (I have yet to do this. But I will.) So you do you, Lorelai Gilmore. You wear that weird as fuck blazer. Let us make bold clothing choices much like Lorelai Gilmore!

I am so far behind on these reviews. You know what the worst thing about being an adult is? Your weekend becomes “errand time” and you have to do all your shit at once so you aren’t stuck doing it during the week. We did all our shit today because tomorrow we’re going to Wondercon. GIVE ME ALL THE COMIC BOOKS (not like I need anymore – I have a huge stack I need to read.)
Anyway, let’s start this episode with a healthy dose of fat-shaming and big foot shaming courtesy of Lorelai!

Woo! Super late review time! My life has been (surprisingly) busy as of late. Usually I do nothing but sit around staring at the walls and thinking about Pluto (the dwarf planet, not the cartoon dog) or wondering where my life has gone.

^ me.
This episode begins the way all good things begin – with Pop-Tarts and accidental nakedness. As a dedicated Never Nude, I myself have never been naked. However, I do love a good Pop-Tart and I assume people with good bodies like to get naked now and then, so these two things must be amazing when combined. What is the best Pop-Tart for nakedness? Strawberry frosted? Unfrosted blueberry? Something more unorthodox, like S’mores?

My apologies for the tardiness of this review. I was scheduled to post it on Wednesday and just…couldn’t. I’m not sure if it was the Felon party in the previous episode or if it was Gotham. Both have the ability to suck one’s soul out through the face holes.

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