Now Look What You Did, You Greedy Bastards

You stupid, selfish sons of bitches. While you were all off in your mahogany paneled conference rooms threatening to whip your dicks out on your Stoll conference tables to prove to each other just who is the biggest, manliest stud in television CEO-dom and thus who deserved to cash in the most on Mad Men, Betty Draper done went and got herself knocked up. Now what, jerks? Iffin you would have just come to agreement in a timely goddamned fashion, taping for this season would have already been underway by now and they could have worked around January’s little preggie belly. Now she’s gonna be full blown beach ball when it’s time to film. Now Matthew Weiner and his crew are going to have to work their storylines around this issue. I swear to ceiling cat, if this ends up keeping Sally Draper away from Woodstock, I am going to come out there to Hollywood, hunt your asses down and force you to sit and watch marathon sessions of Bravo programming, just like I have to do in between Mad Men seasons. If I have to suffer, so will you.

What Do I Have to Do to Get Some of This?

Cause I’ll do it. No matter what it is. I’ll do it. And that’s just to have him take off his dress shirt. Imagine what I’d do for the next layer.