Plaid Ponderings: Thoughts of a Lezz

Will decides Elvis’ death wasn’t traumatic enough the first time, so he goes ahead and kills him again with the most horrific rendition of “A Little Less Conversation” you have ever heard in your life. Just when you think it can’t get worse unless a meteor falls from the sky and engulfs your living room in flames, Mike and Brittany gallop onto stage dressed like bulls, and run around snorting and pawing at the ground and it is the worst goddamn thing this show has ever done. Including Terri’s fake pregnancy. I’ll take a hundred more imaginary baby storylines if Schue will exit the stage right now and set himself on fire.