Jesus Christ, it’s over. I honestly didn’t think this day would come, but now that Reichen, Rodiney, Austin, and furious squirrel Derek have taken their final bows, I’m…totally sad? Crestfallen? Ah, here: Relieved and born anew. That’s it. God love these plasticine homos and their Trainspotting -like affection for Botox syringes, but I think eight episodes of their shirtless shenanigans is enough. Still, for the sake of the world’s children, I’ll give it one hell of a last review. Don your finest PFLAG visor and join me.
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A-List: New York Recap: My Big Gay Embarrassing Finale
