“I may not understand Lost but
…umm, where am I? Who are you?… I’m cold. I need to pee.”
…umm, where am I? Who are you?… I’m cold. I need to pee.”
Lost and I came up with a new safeword. Whenever Lost is being terrible I go “I’m having a stroke”. And then I have a stroke. The end.
To be fair I’d already put on my low expectations face in preparation of what was about to come in season 6. But let’s catch up first: John who isn’t John but the smoke monster/ Jacob’s frenemy had Ben kill Jacob. Also Faraday predicted that an atomic bomb could make everything unhappen and Juliette lovingly activated it with a couple of gender reaffirming slaps. And so it sets off.
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