Episode Report Card Aaron: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Dead women tell no tales
By Aaron | Season 2 | Episode 5 | Aired on 03.30.2002
The episode proper begins with Nate relaxing on Brenda's tub and breathing heavily. Ew. Not like that. In fact, instead of launching into a rousing second chorus of the Divinyls "I Touch Myself," he actually just pops a couple of his anti-seizure pills, leaving me to suddenly wonder if Seattle really did rub off, and now he's going to be having Dark Angel-style seizures every week. Somebody get this man a turkey sandwich. And also make sure he chews it properly. Anyway, Nate moves out to the kitchen, where he's shocked to discover that Brenda is considering writing a book. "So, what?" he asks. "You're just going to sit down today and start writing?" "Yeah," replies Brenda. "I think that's how it's done. Oh, except for Hemingway. He stood." Personally, I like to crouch. It's better for your glutes. Nate expresses some reservations about her ability to finish such a big project, and I kinda have to agree. Brenda should start small, and work her way up. Maybe she could try recapping first. I can only imagine her take on this show: "People die, then I get eaten out, and then we talk some more about what it all means. Marry me, Nate." Come to think of it, maybe she should just stick to shiatsu. Eventually Nate comes around to the idea, mainly because Brenda wants to write fiction, and he's always wanted to be "thinly veiled." Oy. There's a body-hair joke in there somewhere, but I just can't find it right now. Oh, well. Brenda being Brenda, she offers to include him in the story only if he "ever does anything interesting."
Aaron from TWoP: Good afternoon. I'd like to welcome you all to the eleventh annual assembly of AA(AAAA)AAAoA -- The Astonishingly Awesome (And Also Always Alliterative) All-American Association of Aarons.
Aaron Tippin: Yeah. We really need to get a better name, y'all.
Aaron The Narcoleptic Doppelganger: I know. But what are you gonna [zzzzzzzzz].
Hank Aaron: How about the "'ammerin Aarons?"
Aaron Spelling: Or maybe "Aaron's Angels"?
Aaron from TWoP: Ahem. Can we just stick to the agenda, please? Good. I'd like to begin by extending a warm Aaronic greeting to our newest members, Aarons Eckhart, Neville, Carter, Copland, and Sele.
Elvis Aron Presley: I still don't understand why we can't have that Brockovich chick with the hooters.
Aaron from The Bible: Dude, Elvis, we've been over this. That way lies madness. And also misspellings.