Fiona has so many jobs it's resulted in at least a 1% reduction in overall national employment numbers. One of them is at a pretzel place, where she is -- chronically -- overworked, today because their coworker's son tagged a cop car with the cop inside. I think they should give awards for something like that. Some hot fratty guys try and flirt with Fiona, which brightens things for a second until they're walking away: "Tap that ass? Once, if I double-bagged it. Project girls don't abort."

Hurts her feelings, why wouldn't it, but like how is it that young women in low-income areas are simultaneously known for their constant abortions and their welfare-queen baby-having? Surely you can't be hated for both, at the same time, by the same brain. It's like how no Republican would ever allow a tax break for artists like they have in Ireland -- that's the only time taxes are a good idea, when they come out of an artist's income. Either that makes sense to you or it does not. Nothing but hoes and tricks.

God, hating poor people is really complicated now. In my day it was as simple as paying them to fight one another for the internet. Then came the Mad Hatter's Tea Party and now poor people are the new rich people, and rich people think they're poor, and everybody's mad at the rich people, who are also them, and the only people upset about gentrification are the rich white kids doing the gentrifying and making silkscreens bitching about it because affluent is the new hipster and nothing means anything and maybe never did. It's actually somewhat soothing.

Lip heads over to Joan Cusack's house for one of his many jobs, tutoring -- he's good at the maths -- and due to her molysmophobic fear of dirt, Joan Cusack makes him put his shoes in a plastic bag specifically for the purpose. A few minutes later, after some bizarrely adorable mnemonic devices of his own devising -- "Midget naked witch is bending over, and she's crying because she lost one ear and she can't find it" -- Karen's blowing him. He reminds her that tutoring is his job (and today's the last brick in the electric bill wall) and they agree that he's getting paid either way.

Everybody continues in a state of rest or uniform motion unless acted upon by an external force, Lip says, on his way to blowing. Better definition for this show than anything I could have said.

Fiona's getting ready to go out, running from room to room, when Lip finds Ian's collection of gay porn. He sort of vibes in the air for awhile as the universe changes shape around him, but he seems to be okay mostly. Fiona's best friend Veronica shows up and snips off the tag of Fiona's dress -- she's got a gun to stick it on later, from when she worked at TJ Maxx. This is, as we'll see, characteristic of Veronica. Like everybody else, she's equally awesome and vile, which means she's like everybody else, which is what this show is about. Also, this episode specifically, it's about the washing machine. Any time anybody's in the kitchen, especially Fiona, something draws attention to the jacked-up washing machine: She has to prop a chair against the door to keep it shut, that kind of thing. Poor people ingenuity or salient plotpoint? We will see.