Pick Up Artist 2: Wings get dinged.
Let's just rename this show now: Dick Up Artist, anyone?
This was the freeze frame we settled on to leave on the TV after the Pick Up Artist viewing party last Sunday, which means it's no longer debatable: This is the gayest hour on television, people. Look at this love, this satisfaction. It's a moving spectacle. But at least for now, they're still pretending to hit on girls and care about it, so we're here for yet another delightful week of kino escalation and IOIs. Let's get started.
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