Dear Torchwood: Miracle Whip,
I'm breaking up with you. It's not me, it's you.
You no longer supply any sort of quality entertainment, which was the remit that I watched you for.
Instead, you've turned a rapist/murderer into a God figure, killed off a (hot and well-dressed, remember, WOMEN HAVE TO ALWAYS WEAR HEELS) smart and outspoken woman (stupid bitch shouldn't have opened her mouth, amirite?); and become something that isn't entertaining, just annoying.
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Thank fuck I wasn't actually paying money to watch this pile of shit.
I was never going to want to mp3 this season for listening to at work, but for fuck's sake, it has really gotten awful.