It's Third Watch Picspam Day!
Behind a cut tag, for those who do not want to share in the glory that is the first season episode, Ohio!
So, the episode opens showing the kitchen of a hotel, where the senatorial debates are taking place between Hillary Clinton and Rudy Guiliani.
"if I had a girl and she was mine, I'd paint her ass with Iodine. And on this ass I'd hang a sign, keep off this ass, this ass is mine!" A little love ditty that Bosco's father used to sing to him.
Faith is not impressed.
Bosco wants the sports section of Faith's paper. Faith says no.
"Yokas. Give me the sports page."
"I like to be the first one to read it. I don't like it when it gets all crumbly."
Bosco is not impressed.
No food for Bosco!
~~~~~
Then, the political debates began. Not only up on stage, but in the kitchen as well. They went something like this:
Rudy.
Hillary.
Rudy.
Hillary.
Rudy.
Hillary.
Rudy!
Hillary!
RUDY!
Sigh. Hillary.
~~~~
Enter 55 Charlie. Ty plans on passing what he perceives as a boring day by listening to his "tunes".
You call those tunes? Ty argues that it's poetry. Sully states that rap is not poetry. That he digs poetry.
You Dig Poetry?
Yo! Salt and Pepper's in the house!
You get to go inside?
"Some folks get ALL the breaks."
My paycheck's been garnished!
Huh?
Friggen Jimmy.
~~~
I'm telling you, Davis. You get all the best food at these gigs!
HILLARY!!!!
Rudy.
HILLARY!!!
Food!
What do you think, Ty?
I think I'm hungry.
Leave me out of this, Faith.
I got my tunes.
Sorry, Sully. No food for you.
~~~
Meanwhile, out in the cold...
Jimmy's outside.
Someone should probably warn a brother.
Yup.
They garnished my pay, you asshat!
But I'm sorry! I've got dimples!
It's over Jimmy. Until I remember just how good you were in bed.
~~~
Meanwhile, back in the debates...
RUDY!!
Hillary.
I said RUDY!
I said HILLARY!
I'm hungry.
Listen, Faith. If you go with me, and realize that Rudy is clearly the superior candidate, I'll let you drive the RMP for a week.
Ty's got the burgers. Sully's holding out for the good stuff.
~~~
Tell me a story, Doc.
No.
Some storytelling ensues, where Kim does what she does best. Get teary eyed. Okay - maybe that's what she does second best.
~~~
Lookie what I found. A TV. I'm going to watch basketball. Assuming I get these friggen rabbit ears to work.
No reception. Bosco needs a hug.
Oooh. Secret Service. Maybe the secret service knows how to fix this TV!
This is a man on a mission.
Hi. I'm Bosco. Can I be your friend?
OMG! ROFL! LMAO!
Oooh. Food?
~~~
And then, the Death Penalty Debate.
Hillary is against the death penalty.
That's not what she was saying upstairs.
How are you, as a cop, against the death penalty?
An eye for an eye.
I'm a fan of street justice. anything else is playing God.
I'm scared of mobs. Give me a jury of my peers any day of the week.
Proud Papa.
~~~
No. Seriously. Tell me a story.
~~~
This sauce is too zesty.
Too zesty? I'll eat it anyway!
~~~
Doc then goes on to tell one of the most disgusting stories ever, involving drug addicts hacking up their kid and shoving him into a suitcase.
Carlos questions the existence of God.
Bobby questions the existence of Carlos.
~~~
Success! Picture!
"If I had a girl and she was mine, I'd paint her ass with iodine." Bosco and Ty bond over a song of true love.
Faith? still not impressed.
And then the secret service came, and took away their television fun.
No basketball?!?
~~~
Why do I always let Jimmy get the best of me?
Because you're willing to get him do it.
~~~
Bosco talks about animal planet. Lions and Tiger and Bears...
Oh My!
You know what, Bosco? You're a good cop.
You're not so bad yourself.
~~~
Uh, oh, Jimmy. Ex Wife alert.
Crap. What did I do now?
You're still an asshole, but I still think you're hot. And since I know I'm going to want to sleep with you again, I'd better let you see your son once in a while. And as usual, I'll clean up your mess. Because I'm an enabler that way.
See? Dimples. Wins over the chicks every time.
~~~
Food? Really? I can have some? And so can my friends?
FOOD!
~~~
Moving on is good. Sex is good. You know what I mean.
Oooh... pretty stars!
Back to reality. Just another day at the 55.
So, the episode opens showing the kitchen of a hotel, where the senatorial debates are taking place between Hillary Clinton and Rudy Guiliani.
"if I had a girl and she was mine, I'd paint her ass with Iodine. And on this ass I'd hang a sign, keep off this ass, this ass is mine!" A little love ditty that Bosco's father used to sing to him.
Faith is not impressed.
Bosco wants the sports section of Faith's paper. Faith says no.
"Yokas. Give me the sports page."
"I like to be the first one to read it. I don't like it when it gets all crumbly."
Bosco is not impressed.
No food for Bosco!
~~~~~
Then, the political debates began. Not only up on stage, but in the kitchen as well. They went something like this:
Rudy.
Hillary.
Rudy.
Hillary.
Rudy.
Hillary.
Rudy!
Hillary!
RUDY!
Sigh. Hillary.
~~~~
Enter 55 Charlie. Ty plans on passing what he perceives as a boring day by listening to his "tunes".
You call those tunes? Ty argues that it's poetry. Sully states that rap is not poetry. That he digs poetry.
You Dig Poetry?
Yo! Salt and Pepper's in the house!
You get to go inside?
"Some folks get ALL the breaks."
My paycheck's been garnished!
Huh?
Friggen Jimmy.
~~~
I'm telling you, Davis. You get all the best food at these gigs!
HILLARY!!!!
Rudy.
HILLARY!!!
Food!
What do you think, Ty?
I think I'm hungry.
Leave me out of this, Faith.
I got my tunes.
Sorry, Sully. No food for you.
~~~
Meanwhile, out in the cold...
Jimmy's outside.
Someone should probably warn a brother.
Yup.
They garnished my pay, you asshat!
But I'm sorry! I've got dimples!
It's over Jimmy. Until I remember just how good you were in bed.
~~~
Meanwhile, back in the debates...
RUDY!!
Hillary.
I said RUDY!
I said HILLARY!
I'm hungry.
Listen, Faith. If you go with me, and realize that Rudy is clearly the superior candidate, I'll let you drive the RMP for a week.
Ty's got the burgers. Sully's holding out for the good stuff.
~~~
Tell me a story, Doc.
No.
Some storytelling ensues, where Kim does what she does best. Get teary eyed. Okay - maybe that's what she does second best.
~~~
Lookie what I found. A TV. I'm going to watch basketball. Assuming I get these friggen rabbit ears to work.
No reception. Bosco needs a hug.
Oooh. Secret Service. Maybe the secret service knows how to fix this TV!
This is a man on a mission.
Hi. I'm Bosco. Can I be your friend?
OMG! ROFL! LMAO!
Oooh. Food?
~~~
And then, the Death Penalty Debate.
Hillary is against the death penalty.
That's not what she was saying upstairs.
How are you, as a cop, against the death penalty?
An eye for an eye.
I'm a fan of street justice. anything else is playing God.
I'm scared of mobs. Give me a jury of my peers any day of the week.
Proud Papa.
~~~
No. Seriously. Tell me a story.
~~~
This sauce is too zesty.
Too zesty? I'll eat it anyway!
~~~
Doc then goes on to tell one of the most disgusting stories ever, involving drug addicts hacking up their kid and shoving him into a suitcase.
Carlos questions the existence of God.
Bobby questions the existence of Carlos.
~~~
Success! Picture!
"If I had a girl and she was mine, I'd paint her ass with iodine." Bosco and Ty bond over a song of true love.
Faith? still not impressed.
And then the secret service came, and took away their television fun.
No basketball?!?
~~~
Why do I always let Jimmy get the best of me?
Because you're willing to get him do it.
~~~
Bosco talks about animal planet. Lions and Tiger and Bears...
Oh My!
You know what, Bosco? You're a good cop.
You're not so bad yourself.
~~~
Uh, oh, Jimmy. Ex Wife alert.
Crap. What did I do now?
You're still an asshole, but I still think you're hot. And since I know I'm going to want to sleep with you again, I'd better let you see your son once in a while. And as usual, I'll clean up your mess. Because I'm an enabler that way.
See? Dimples. Wins over the chicks every time.
~~~
Food? Really? I can have some? And so can my friends?
FOOD!
~~~
Moving on is good. Sex is good. You know what I mean.
Oooh... pretty stars!
Back to reality. Just another day at the 55.