I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard as I did watching Charlie start vomiting blood all over Frank's/his date.
"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone." --- Bart Giamatti, on baseball
They were phoning it in last year with Dee's pregnancy holding back the possibilities for better stories. This year they are back with a flurry of jokes. I had to stop the DVR three times in the Jersey Shore episode.
Dee's braid getting yankeed out and Dennis puking all over himself was gold.
RUM HAM! I'M SORRY!
Just so much greatness in this last episode, it's hard to imagine how they can be this great this season after being so mediocre last year.
It was jarring after the first few minutes where, from the wardrobe and set design, it seemed like the show was set in the 1950s, and then all of a sudden there are iPhones and iPods and a gaggle of hot, modern high school girls. (Mastur Bates Motel? Heh....