It may be inarticulate, but what else is there to say, really? Today's episode was just... gross.
Todd and Tea and their schmoopy little tepid dull reunion sex that they couldn't even show five seconds of because it would somehow demean the wholesome pure goodness that is their beautifully true love story. Gross.
Tea's lame little insecurity spell about whether or not Todd really wants to be married to her, and Todd's schmoopy little bland reaction. Gross.
Todd and Tea are having ANOTHER wedding. Even though the last one was valid this time. Another wedding. You know, to share the wholesome pure goodness that is their beautifully true love story. Gross.
This is freakin' Todd Manning and Tea Delgado. THEY SHOULD NOT BE BLAND. They should be hot and hateful and hysterical and over-the-top. THEY SHOULD NOT BE BLAND.
Old-Dude Ford and Todd's newest prize-for-being-awesome (or daughter, whatevs) having a sugary pedo reunion. Gross.
Starr and Cole's "hot" little creeping-up-the-bed last-sex-ever scene. Gross. (Though I was a bit happy for them considering I'm pretty sure this was the first time they'd gotten laid in years.)
John basically admitting that he couldn't handle raising another man's child because it, you know, undermines his manliness. Gross.
Half the town being totally convinced that Echo (DiSavoy) knows something about Rex's mother while Echo (DiSavoy) says things like, "I would never hurt Rex!" and no one, especially including alleged-investigative-reporter Viki, has even considered the obvious? Gross.
King-Of-Statch-Rape Ford trying to convince Mouth-Breather Ford that if he saves a girl's life she should totally give it up to him. Gross.
In order to serve the unfortunate inevitability that Clint is really Rex's father, they are playing along as if Rex is somehow some sort of worthy adversary for Clint. Please. Gross.
The fact that all of this could still be counter-balanced and made better by the presence of Fish and Kyle? Gross. (Yes, yes, I am still bitter!)
You know what's not gross, though? Natalie's adorably improperly-positioned and hardly-fastened pregnancy pad. Not gross at all. Hilarious.