Just for the record, I could have died a happy man without ever seeing Rico's orgasm face. Oh, well. At least he's not naked. After sixteen straight hours of recapping, I don't think I could have handled that. ["Seeing Your great form with many faces, many eyes, many arms, many thighs and feet, and many terrible tusks and stomachs, O Mighty Armed, the worlds are terrified and so am I." -- Bhagavad Gita 11.23] He's got his car parked in the woods somewhere, and Idalis's head pops up into the frame just as Rico moans a particularly loud "Oh my God!" Then he makes yet another classic first-date faux pas by assuming she's a prostitute and asking how much he owes her. Yeah. I had to learn that one the hard way, too. He apologizes profusely, and makes sure to rub his forehead while he does it so that we can all see the wedding ring. Idalis is a lot less angry about the whole "hooker" thing than you might expect, although that's probably just because Carson Daly used to make the same mistake all the time. "Cutie, don't you know?" she asks. "I just want to be your friend. I like you, dum-dum." She starts licking his ear, but that only makes Rico even more uncomfortable. He finally has to plant his left hand right on the steering wheel so she can see the ring while he offers to drive her home. Oh, yeah. Who's the dum-dum now? Fk = 54.
Over at the Formaldehyde Fortress, the wedding reception is in full swing. If, that is, you can call Ruth and George "dancing" in the living room a "reception." Personally, I'd call it an affront to actual dancers everywhere, but that's just me. And speaking of affronts to people everywhere, here comes Arthur, joining David and Keith in the kitchen. He hands over a gift he bought for the happy couple, graciously accepts a piece of cake, and then goes off to eat alone in his room after he spots George giving Ruth a good tongue-nuzzling. And that's it for Arthur, folks. May he never darken our television screens again. ["Oh, dude. No. Now you're more fired than ever." -- Wing Chun] Keith comments that Arthur seems like a very sad guy, and then observes that while David was born into the mortuary business, Arthur actually chose it. David, of course, takes personal offense to that, and bickering rapidly ensues. The boy quickly realize, however, just how stupid their argument is, and they both share a good laugh as they remember the problems they've had as well as the good times. Fk = 54.
A New York Yankee In King Arthur's Court