I'm probably opening myself up to ridicule beyond the normal volume by starting this post with an admission that I watch Ed.

Now that that embarrassing admission is out of the way, let's move on to something equally if not more embarrassing -- the use of the phrase "Spoiler Alert." If you haven't seen last week's episode, the one in which Ed proposes to Carol and the Burton's house burns down, stop reading a sentence ago.

It's fitting that the episode's B story involves Mike's father, played by Burt Reynolds, inadvertantly burning the house down while frying a Thanksgiving turkey because Burt looks like a burn victim these days. I assume I'd have heard something if Reynolds actually were caught in a fire, so I can only guess that the way in which his taunt and papery skin ripples and strains with the slightest movement is a result of plastic surgery.

His lips once formed America's best loved smile and parted to loose America's best loved laugh. Now those lips flatten and pull backward whenever he turns his head. They thin, go colorless, and curl into a snarl that reveals gigantic bridgework.

I hate you, Burt Reynolds. You've taken Burt Reynolds away from me.

Analogcabin @ 12:00 PM
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