Nah, Nero gonna figure it out.

I think I remember a season from season one where they blow torched the reaper off a guy's back because he wanted out of the club. Like that was the price for getting out or something.

That wasn't it. That was the guy that messed up a fire that he and Opie were involved in.. his screw up led to Opie going to jail. He was kicked out of the club, but didn't have the tattoo removed. He shows up to some school event and someone spots his tattoo.. club sets him up pretending they are going to go into business with him. They chain him up and burn it off.

back when episodes were good

Jeez this show was never elite but I can't believe how far it's fallen this season. Just awfulness all around, and every episode is like literally 45 minutes too long. And I can't follow the sub plots either it's like my eyes just glaze over.

Also how many people have been murdered in this small town in the past like 2 months? 50? The freaking national guard would be there and jax and his little biker gang would cease to exist.

I was thinking the same exact thing about the show being like a gta mission. They even kinda walk like the people did on gtA.

My question is, do you think sutter is aware of how bad this is now or does he think it's still gold? Because it is objectively horrible.

I was wondering this same exact thing haha. My guess is the latter.

Used to love the first seasons, it sucks now and is hard to watch/follow. Following a similar arc of quality to Dexter.

Poogs,

Everything you said.

Man, the other night I hit play on my DVR and the time bar shows 1:32 or whatever and my heart sank seeing the extra time.

honestly, pro tip:
weed, it helps
i havent even noticed how **** this season has been since i just blaze up.but sober, if i think back to the episodes i've watched this season...well let's just say i'd rather not

For some reason this reminded me of the greatest Wiki synopsis ever written.





Warren G. and Nate Dogg's "Regulate" synopsis on Wikipedia

On a cool, clear night (typical to Southern California) Warren G travels through his neighborhood, searching for women with whom he might initiate sexual intercourse. He has chosen to engage in this pursuit alone.

Nate Dogg, having just arrived in Long Beach, seeks Warren. Ironically, Nate passes a car full of women who are excited to see him. He insists to the women that there is no cause for excitement.

Warren makes a left at 21st Street and Lewis Ave, where he sees a group of young men enjoying a game of dice together. He parks his car and greets them. He is excited to find people to play with, but to his chagrin, he discovers they intend to relieve him of his material possessions. Once the hopeful thieves reveal their firearms, Warren realizes he is in a considerable predicament.

Meanwhile, Nate passes the women, as they are low on his list of priorities. His primary concern is locating Warren. After curtly casting away the strumpets (whose interest in Nate was such that they crashed their automobile), he serendipitously stumbles upon his friend, Warren G, being held up by the young miscreants.

Warren, unaware that Nate is surreptitiously observing the scene unfold, is in disbelief that he's being robbed. The perpetrators have taken jewelry and a name brand designer watch from Warren, who is so incredulous that he asks what else the robbers intend to steal. This is most likely a rhetorical question.

Observing these unfortunate proceedings, Nate realizes that he may have to use his firearm to deliver his friend from harm.

The tension crescendos as the robbers point their guns to Warren's head. Warren senses the gravity of his situation. He cannot believe the events unfolding could happen in his own neighborhood. As he imagines himself escaping in a surreal fashion, he catches a glimpse of his friend, Nate.


Nate has seventeen cartridges (sixteen residing in the pistol's magazine, with a solitary round placed in the chamber and ready to be fired) to expend on the group of robbers. Afterward, he generously shares the credit for neutralizing the situation with Warren, though it is clear that Nate did all of the difficult work. Putting congratulations aside, Nate quickly reminds himself that he has committed multiple homicides to save Warren before letting his friend know that there are females nearby if he wishes to fornicate with them.

Warren recalls that it was the promise of copulation that coaxed him away from his previous activities, and is thankful that Nate knows a way to satisfy these urges. Nate quickly finds the women who earlier crashed their car on Nate's account. He remarks to one that he is fond of her physical appeal. The woman, impressed by Nate's singing ability, asks that he and Warren allow her and her friends to share transportation. Soon, both friends are driving with automobiles full of women to the East Side Motel, presumably to consummate their flirtation in an orgy.

The third verse is more expository, with Warren and Nate explaining their G Funk musical style. Warren displays his bravado by daring anyone to approach the style. There follows a brief discussion of the genre's musicological features, with special care taken to point out that in said milieu the rhythm is not in fact the rhythm, as one might assume, but actually the bass. Similarly the bass serves a purpose closer to that which the treble would in more traditional musical forms. Nate displays his bravado by claiming that individuals with equivalent knowledge could not even attempt to approach his level of lyrical mastery. Nate goes on to note that if any third party smokes as he does, they would find themselves in a state of intoxication almost daily (from Nate's other works, it can be inferred that the substance referenced is marijuana). Nate concludes his delineation of the night by issuing a threat to "busters," suggesting that he and Warren will further "regulate" any potential incidents in the future (presumably by engaging their antagonists with small arms fire).

Priceless

I really want to hear that song now.

If only Jax was half as clever as whomever wrote that synopsis....

DC,

I actually have the CD on the shelf somewhere. It's probably covered in dust and the disk might even be flaking off

I cant see out of my right eye

i'm just in this to see Gemma die.

that pimp/ho scene was straight of of Starsky & Hutch. I thought his name was Huggy Bear.

****, having Abel overhear Gemm'a confession pissed me off so much. The entire scene I kept saying

"please don't let abel be standing behind her hearing this"
"please don't let abel be standing behind her hearing this"
"please don't let abel be standing behind her hearing this"

and then the camera panned out.

MFW



only way i ever like that writing decision is if abel kills gemma

Am I the only one who is suddenly enjoying this season? I'm now looking forward to seeing how they wrap it up, as opposed to suffering through each episode. Weed and low expectations work wonders.

and that 100-1 on anyone but Jax to kill Gemma is looking like a much better price. The field just got deeper.

Why would anyone join any of those motorcycle gangs, they're all broke and they just keep getting killed and kidnapped.

That was a whole lot of nothing happening in an hour.

right there with ya, but that said, i have cringed many a time this season

not sure how i ran across this some days ago but it's an interesting watch that will likely answer your question (and bring up many more)

NOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo!

RIP Bobby.

Welp on to the next ****ty plan Jax