
I really enjoy this show. I didn't think I would, but it's actually quite funny. Alan borrows money from his mom (never a good idea) and buys a Porsche. Oh, sorry,
Porcsh-a. Charlie knows that mom is going to want something in return ("I love the smell of brimstone in the morning" he says, referring to his mom's evil), and he's right. She wants to set him up with the daughter of the man she's dating. A bitter woman on leave from her Palm Springs rehab stint. I don't know about the whole running joke about a red Porsche (sorry,
Porsch-a) being a chick car. I mean, is it? Just because it's red? I think a Porsche would be looked upon as a Porsche no matter what color it is and no matter if that's the style a lot of women have. Oh, sorry:
Porsch-a. But I like this show.
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