Speaking of rats. Phoebe has got a rat in her kitchen! (what am I gonna do?)
And sexy Gavin is ALSO being a a leery rat. Openly gawping at a colleagues butt in front of Rachel. (Despite them CLEARLY having a thing for each other). And he’s not the only one, with Chandler joking about leering at the new nanny. TO MONICA. Man I’d be destroyed by my wife for a joke like that. Or maybe destroyed for suggesting that she’d destroy me… I’ve lost track of what I’m allowed to say at this point.
To be fair to Gavin, he does call out Rachel for breaching the power dynamic when it came to Tag. Ah, Tag, I wonder what he’s doing now… doing now… doing now… Man I hated that guy.
Not content with cock blocking Rachel a few weeks ago, Ross now sets his sights on Joey. Telling him to stay away from their nanny! Presumably so he can have a crack.
He’s gona have to up his game if that is his plan, after being castigated by Chandler for doing a “Wassssup”. Doesn’t he know that was 3 years ago? Shit. I did one at work a few days ago…
“The One With the Wasssssssup”
Ok. Gavin and Rachel are DEFINITELY flirting. And now Monica’s addressed the elephant in the room!
Wonder if he’ll come to Rachel’s birthday party, snog her on the balcony, be seen by Ross and… OK. It’s happened. Woops.
And Ross can’t even console himself by jumping on the nanny, as Joey discovers (after much effort) that she’s a lesbian. Though I suppose that didn’t stop Ross before.
Rachel’s party is almost ruined, not by Ross, but by Phoebe and Paul Rudd bringing their rat babies to the party. Unlike Ross the other week, I’m enjoying hanging out with Paul Rudd a lot. It’s really like he’s been here all along.
“When did we become one of those couples whose lives revolve around their rats?”
You’re telling me Mike. When indeed.
But the rats serve a higher purpose (when don’t they) revealing Phoebe’s surrogacy to Ruddles!
I suspect he’ll be cool with it. But it is surprisingly easy to forget about that!
Mad to think those little triplets are now four years old. I wonder if we’ll see them again?They’re not far off my daughters age…
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
I won’t be rushing to arrange a playdate. Or, indeed, to see my New York Friends™ any time soon.
As we now no longer have a TV. And my youngest is responsible. (Because, who else).
I wouldn’t have minded, I’ve been wanting a bigger one for a while! (Ladies…)
But what really does me in, is he did it on the one day’s holiday I’d booked to try and de-stress myself after a very busy month back at work. Now I’m not so much de-stressed as distressed. Left wondering when I’ll get my precious TV time back. Whyyyyyy?!