I've been suffering through Sunday night football and a lot of other unpleasantness lately, waiting for the Walking Dead to come back to AMC.
Of course, I am painfully disappointed in Darryl. Doesn't he know how much Carol loves his greasy red-necked self? Jeezo Peet.
Granted, if he just went back to the prison and fell sobbing into her arms, he would have lost some tortured hero points, but still. Rick is losing his stuff again, because Ghost Lori is up there on the balcony. The gang needs a little Darryl right now.
And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, it might be time to go to Netflix and get caught up. All the cool people are doing it.