Must Be A Bray Thing In The Beverly Hills, 90210 Visual Aids
Brandon confuses meeting cute with invading Susan's proxemic bubble -- but at least HIS mouth isn't the shape of a cat's ass in these pics from S06.E03.
The Again With This podcast that accompanies these Visual Aids is no Ohhhhhndrea Zuckerman.
Wow, they actually cast the same academic advisor as last time! Call your agent, same academic advisor!
An eyebrow pop worthy of The Rock...
...and a tremblechin not quite worthy of Carrie Mathison, but we respect the effort.
Toni Toni Toni!
Guess she's keeping her underpants in that nano-backpack, 'cause she sure as shooting ain't wearing them.
Get a hobby, Dad. And no, turning dramatically away from your daughter's makeout sesh like you're in the Amazing Race credits doesn't qualify.
This fortuitous freeze-frame brought to you by T-Bone LLC.
What a useless headline. Guess "Condor Still Exists" was disqualified as too informative.
It's too bad Susan ends up wanting to bone ol' Travel-Size over here, but she'll always have a place in our hearts for that "...So?"
Hard to understand why she doesn't hard-shove him out of her personal space, though. Don't fucking grab people, boyo.
Is this supposed to be...funny? charming? Because it's neither. Talk about your '70s b-roll.
You too, skeeze! Hands to yourselves, gents! You're not assessing onions at the farmers' market!
Jesus tidy Christ, Walsh. YOU don't own the PPAD, so how 'bout you FIND A GARBAGE CAN instead of hucking your WADDED-UP TRASH BEHIND THE BAR.
Well, it's a good thing Kelly's secure in her relationship with Colin!
And that Valerie has such excellent taste and rock-ribbed self-esteem. We get it, show. CUT.
Crop-Top Macrame Light And Dark.
Could someone explain to Sarah why Donna has the tonsorial equivalent of a velodrome racing helmet?
Or why anyone associates with this smug asshole? ...Right: "Soulmates." "Model." [snort]
God, of course this jabroni has a converted payphone in his loft.
Sure, it's "beautiful" -- if you want to look like you're wearing an Elizabethan ruff.
Which would make as much sense as this tucked-into-unbelted-jorts socks/mandals attire.
Wh...at is Ray's job, exactly? Pumpkin solderer?
Us too, gurrrrrl.
The chaste kiss Val apparently dreamed of for years is drowned out by the scraping sound of her standards once again dragging themselves through the gutter.