Original Air Date: October 6, 1952
OK, I know what you’re thinking. An episode titled “The Handcuffs?” Let me guess, we’re gonna get like 20 jokes about kinky sex.
Nope.
It’ll be more like 30!
Original Air Date: October 6, 1952
OK, I know what you’re thinking. An episode titled “The Handcuffs?” Let me guess, we’re gonna get like 20 jokes about kinky sex.
Nope.
It’ll be more like 30!
(Or: The Cast Puts the Bic in Transphobic)
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We open on –
Sorry but no. I can’t start there. What’s with the title? I’m so sick and tired of this highfalutin, frenchified, European english.
This is ‘murca, and it’s mustache here, not “moustache.” Even my text editor just spell-corrected that commie version with the “ou.”
You want to spell things like some socialist micro-car-driving wine snob? Move to Sweden and buy an Ikea.
But when you write for television, which was founded here in the home of the free, you cut out the “o” along with humility, affordable health care, and gun control.
USA! USA! USA!
(Or: Good Thing Lucy Never Watched The Jinx)
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Ah, Ballers. I hate to disappoint you.
I know, I know. You came here for a fun read. But Ricky has ruined everything for all of us, because in this episode Ricky fucking jokes about killing his wife. How does one ignore that?
One doesn’t. So thanks a lot, Ricky. You scare the fun away, you creepy creep.
Perhaps I should back up.
(Or: Lucy Goes All Black Swan & Reminds Us Why We Need an International Women’s Day)
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Happy Friday, Ballers! Let’s talk some Lucy!
This week we open on our two favorite couples sitting around after what must have been an epic dinner.
(Or: The Ricardos Try an Open Marriage)
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Sup, Ballers. This is it. The first episode, and the pilot post. Shall we?
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We open for the very. first. time. on Lucy and Ethel washing the dishes, where they belong. No really, though: they’re in dishwashing costumes, which look a lot like the We Can Do It work clothes, and they check each other’s dishes like it’s nuclear science. This is their boardroom. Lean In…closer to the sink.
Turns out, Monday night is Ethel and Fred Mertz’s 18-year anniversary. Ethel wants to celebrate by going to a nightclub, but Ricky (who works in a nightclub) hates nightclubs. And since Ricky is unrelated to the Mertzs and it’s not his anniversary, he obviously decides what everyone else gets to do.
Lucy, elbow deep in dish grease, bemoans how boring Ricky is:
“Ever since we said ‘I do,’ there are so many things we don’t.”
You can see where this is headed from a mile away: Lucy is a feisty redhead in her dirty thirties, and if Ricky won’t put his Copa in her cabana, she’ll find some other guy to do the deed.