I swear, the rate at which How I Met Your Mother increases in funniness is just alarming. The first season made me laugh. I am now nine episodes into the second season and it is making me positively guffaw. I watched the Slap Bet episode last night and I found myself giggling and clapping my hands together like a half-witted little child. It is so shameful. I love it so much.
And where, pray tell, are the many Emmy awards that Neil Patrick Harris deserves? On Jeremy Piven's undeserving bookcase, that's where! Those stupid Entourage boys with their stupid hair. I hate that show. Entourage ruins everything.
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