The Sopranos

[Read in your Mind’s best New Jersey accent.]

It’s over.

I couldn’t be happier.

I mean, I watched six fuckin’ seasons of this shit and what do I get as a.. what’s it called?… a de-nu-somtingorfucking other. I get a family in a diner. I get Meadow so incompetent that she can’t even parallel park a car. I get a guy going into da toilet. Maybe he’s going to blast Tony’s brains out. Maybe not.

I get talk therapists who don’t even have the gumption to get pissed when they’re insulted.  [Lisp just a smidge when you read that line.]

And then I get a blank– no I mean— black screen. Like that’s supposed to be meaningfulorsomesuch shit. What the hell? Is it jest me?

I mean, seriously. I watched six seasons of a television show about… SIX FUCKING SEASONS, I’m saying.

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In all honesty, I do not know what the hoopla was about and I’m happy to be rid of it.

Though I do consider it a badge of honor that we stuck it out. Now we know. Lesson learned.

Happy Easter.

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