Even though I've just said that I don't really care about Karin's name, I will point out that I've just discovered this week that the paper Mickey works for is called The Daily Mirror. Wow. Is there anything about this show that isn't narcissistic? Anyway, Eileen sits at her desk (which, thankfully, does not have a goldfish bowl on it) and observes as Jake welcomes his episode one "computer consultant" into his office. After she seductively closes the blinds, and The Hyper-Kinetic Editor Who's Not Even Editing Anymore, But Is Instead Just Twitching Wildly And Randomly Hitting Buttons shows us four billion shots of Eileen pouting, we cut to later at the elevator. Heh. I didn't even mean for that one to rhyme. Eileen approaches the Computer Conslutant and tries to make small talk, but ends up just humiliating herself. While I enjoy watching attractive women insult each other just as much as the next guy, there's really nothing else here worth mentioning.

Binder Boudoir. Mickey is in bed trying to read, but Donna apparently has other ideas. She curls up on top of him and literally tries to beg him for sex. I'm so sorry, Sonya. I really am. They end up in a long drawn-out fight which finally reveals that Mickey is "a little freaked out" that she didn't get the Stooge-job joke. "You're telling me we're not having sex because of three long dead Stooges?" asks Donna. "Of course it's not about Stooges," replies Mickey. "What am I, an idiot?" Nah, too easy. Mickey is actually worried that they just don't get the same jokes anymore, and has somehow managed to internally rationalize that fact as a reason to repeatedly fantasize about his assistant. "Frankly, the way you're acting, I'd rather fuck one of the Stooges," says Donna.

The next day, Jake leads Mickey up to a massage parlor, with Mickey whining "I can't do this" all the while. "Mickey, you lay on your back and a girl rubs your dick," replies Jake. "Mental patients can do it." Ahh, there's that old decorum and good breeding we've all come to know and hate. Thanks, Mike. And, oh, but it gets even worse. Upon hearing that Jake even plans to cover the cost of this little excursion, Mickey replies, "You're gonna pay for me to get a hand-job? That seems a little gay to me." You know what? I can't even be bothered anymore. Just assume I inserted some sort of pithy criticism of the show's offensiveness here, because there's only so many ways I can say that this show sucks, and I'm fairly certain I've used them all at least twice so far.