ft. legal battles, loyal friends, and Chekhov’s egg
In which we learn that tequila is never a good idea.
In which Pied Piper start playing dirty, in more than one sense of the word.
ft. Homicide (the energy drink) and more homicide (of Blaine, indirect and hypothetical; and of Homicide’s director, figurative and arguably deserved).
ft. night sweats and the birth of Anton
Mo’ money, mo’ people, mo’ problems. (But hey, at least we have #schwag!)
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
#HelloLaurieBream #Bro #FuckHooli
Aaaand we’re up to Season 2! When the premium grade shit hits the industrial-sized fan. Includes a whole ten minutes or so of tipsy/drunk chatting from me. Enjoy!
The grand finale of Silicon Valley Season 1, resplendent in its glory of the world’s best dick joke.