Welcome to the wonderful world of puke, people. No, not the show. My apartment. I am the reluctant victim of food poisoning, thanks to the mighty minds behind the Burger King breakfast extravaganza. So, if I refer to a bout of vomiting at any time during this recap, it's most likely not as a result of some icky Closeted-Gay-Dad activity. I said "most likely," you know. I could still yak on command if there's a single leering Dad moment on this show...

And away we go...

Hunter's sitting in a director's chair, having several people wait on her while she mentally lists all of the important tasks she has at hand: "Blow on nails," "bat eyes viciously," "beek out all possible means of personal destruction to others"...Marcy just stands next to her, awaiting her next humiliating moment. Kevin passes by and tosses them both their scripts. Hunter takes one whiff and tosses it aside, saying, "Smells like a five share." Yeah, it took me a minute to figure out what the hell she was talking about. Actually, it took me watching it three times before I realized it was a "viewing shares" reference. I'm not retarded, but sometimes I am slow on the uptake.

Marcy jangles with excitement when she discovers who the guest director will be on this week's ep. Ridley Scott? Jonathan Demme? Uh...Robert Redford? Ol' Bob's got time for TV now that The Legend of Bagger Vance is taking a first class header into the Tinseltown dumpster. Sadly, none of the aforementioned directors are at the helm. Instead, it's Jonah Mumford. Yes, I know. The name doesn't ring a bell. THAT'S BECAUSE HE'S FICTIONAL. LIKE SANTA CLAUS. OR THE EASTER BUNNY...OR THE...or the...wow...I am DIGGING these drugs my boss gave me...wheeeeeee...

It turns out that Hunter has had previous carnal knowledge of this "Jonah" person and has deemed him an utter loser. "He actually asked me to come and watch him direct an episode of Shasta McNasty!" Hunter says. Wasn't that a show on the WB or Fox or something? It sounds familiar. But that's probably because it sucked reptile eggs and lasted, like, thirty seconds. ["Yes. On the UPN, which is why you can't remember anything about it." -- Sars]

Courtney speeds up to the girls with her hair a-flyin', all a-twitter about this "Jonah" character. Um. Can I just say one thing about Courtney's appearance in this scene? SHE LOOKS LIKE A TROLLOP. A modern-day Hollywood version of a trollop, but a trollop nonetheless. Her hair's all sharply edged and sticky, her make-up's been applied by Tammy Faye's former make-up artist, and she's wearing a top that's stretched so tightly across her boobs that I think I can actually see her implant scars. I'm just sayin'. Anyway, Courtney's even more fanatically excited about this guy than Marcy is, but for different reasons. Well, for one important reason, I believe. "This is exactly what I need!" Courtney blabbers. "To throw myself into my work." What work would that be, Court? The work where you walk around in bikini underpants and melon lip-gloss and suck some guy's tonsils in the school hallway? Yeah, I'd throw myself into that kind of work too, let me tell you.