"Fucking Fish-eating, indie-film fucking hellhole."
How does Selina and her team not have multiple panic attacks throughout each episode? The monumental fuck ups, missteps and awkward moments that pummel these poor jags would make an average person combust with anxiety.
This week the crew heads to Helsinki to seal the deal on a trade agreement, but instead get "tit raped" in Ice Hell by a bunch of Fins who are either mad at Selina for making fun of them in a song, or mad at Selina for thinking that they would be mad at her for a clearly jest filled song.
And that stupid parody song from last week ends up being the least of their troubles. Between the smoking, the groping, the Angry Bird clock and the fact that Selina may have been severely lied to by the President about the hostage situation, it's clear that the Finland trip was a bust.
Seriously, not enough Xanax in the world.
Selina dealt with a great deal of awkward, comedic strife this week only to find out towards the end that she could very well be dealing with really detrimental, career shattering strife in the episodes to come. I don't blame her for sucking down 6 cigarettes.
Watching Selina and the Prime Minister of Finland try to have a jokey rapport made my cringes cringe. So much for Veep Meyer building a foundation with with her European brethren. She kind of sucks at it... hard. Like most of her failures though, they were only partially her fault. The rest of the blame rests on that hard truth that nothing can ever actually go right in the world of politics.
To add inappropriate boob touch to injury, the Prime Minister's husband ends up copping a feel on the VP's left tater during a smoke break.
Gary, let the woman smoke for Christ sake! You were more annoying than a Truth ad this week. You were correct when you called yourself a ball sack.
- Dave Foley as the Prime Minister's husband
- Laurel and Retardy