They called Season two of True Detective a pile of dogshit, Ray. Well, I've walked a lot of dogs, everything from a Tibetan Mastiff to a Tea Cup Chihuahua. I've picked up an Iditarod's worth of dog shit with my bare hands, Ray. I've squished my fingers through it, gotten it deep under my fingernails, hell, I can tell you the brand of dog food she eats just by the smell of it. Season 2 isn't dogshit. It's just a terribly paced mess of storytelling, and they gave me all the best dialog, that's why you can't win a dog race if you can't keep the pace of the top dog. I'm getting a little lost in my metaphor... where was I? Oh yeah, dogshit. You can keep your lines about sucking a robots dick, Rachel McAdams underexplored sex addiction, and Taylor Kitch's entire plotline about being a self-loathing gay man who fucked his buddy in Iraq, and you can cover your hand with a plastic bag and pick that dogshit right off this delicious Cadbury Fruit and Nut Bar. Do you know what you're left with, Ray? A delicious chocolatey confection with the taste of fruit, nuts, and just a little bit of dogshit. Caspere knew this.
>I once bought a box of chocolates Ray. In them there weren't any chocolates. I tell the chocolatier and she said life is like a box of chocolates - you never know what you're going to get. But I didn't get anything.
>>219895284>The man never got tired of insulting my half assed schemes over the years. Old Casper, new diss.
It's a dog-eat-dog world Ray, and I'm the fucking Chinaman.
>They say a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. But my bird ain't got no bush.
Ray : No Mexican ever steps in the Rio Grande twice , because he aint the same man and it aint the same river.Caspere knew this.
