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is how you end a series.
Oh yes, and one more thing:
NOBODY FUCKS WITH STAN VALCHEK.
Posted at 10:43 PM in The Wire | Permalink
I feel like I've just watched the pinnacle of televised drama and it all goes downhill from here.
March 09, 2008 at 11:15 PM
Probably the second best series finale ever.
March 10, 2008 at 01:48 AM
If you say "behind the Sopranos," I will come to Los Angeles
--sorry, Sherman Oaks--
and slap the shit out of you.
First of all, I'd much rather go out with "Down in the Hole" stuck in my head...
March 10, 2008 at 09:41 AM
No not the Sopranos....Six Feet Under actually.
March 10, 2008 at 12:25 PM
Well, we've already made plans to come out to CA this summer so I'm going to forget about this and slap the shit out of you anyway.
P.S. Going just on appearances:
Templeton = Eisner
Haynes = you
Am I right?
March 10, 2008 at 12:57 PM
I believe that's pretty accurate.
March 10, 2008 at 01:09 PM
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