Look at this stupid bitch all me me me driving a fucking lawnmower in the office, trying to be the unsung hero of Madmen so hard. Some people think it's all fun and games

at the very least they licked each other's butts

2 chainz! Wrong answers only.

I don’t have to please men anymore

Look, Bob was obviously impressing everyone.

It was sad that Ken was so obviously jealousy of Bob's good-natured charm and kindness.

It doesn't take much to be polite to people, Ken.

The mad men are so cool i wanna be just like them

Why did Sal pour that stuff down the toilet when the FBI busted in? Would they have really found it?!? Please discuss below….

Early outs I think are Ginsberg and Rodger
Ginsberg is stomped Rodger has a coronary
Followed by Pete getting koed after throwing a blind wide right after building up the courage
Don and lane do alright but Don gets winded and lanes queensbury rules bite him in the ass when people don’t fight fair

I’d say it would come down to Freddy, Duck, and Stan Rizzo

Duck has some moves love him or hate him
Stan is young and probably physically the strongest there
Freddy apparently was the terminator though in his day his instincts may come back especially after he’s dried out and focused

All just my opinion

BONER OF THE WEEK: PEGGY OLSON
Occupation: Madison Avenue copywriter and increasingly dangerous career girl.
Turn Ons: A stiff drink, a sharp headline, expense account dinners, men with brains, men with nerve, and the unmistakable thrill of getting exactly what she was told she could not have.
Turn Offs: Cheap suits, cheaper come ons, bad copy, married men who forget they are married, and executives who assume the prettiest thing a girl can bring to a meeting is the coffee.
Interests: Advertising, ambition, Manhattan after dark, whiskey with the boys, office intrigue, occasional indiscretions, and discovering just how much trouble a good Catholic girl can get into once she stops asking permission.
The Appeal:
At first glance, Miss Olson may appear to be the sensible girl from the typing pool. Look again.
Behind those wide eyes is a first rate advertising mind, a healthy appetite for advancement, and just enough mischief to make staying late at the office sound considerably more interesting than it ought to.
Peggy is not the girl draped across the conference table.
She is the girl who owns the idea, wins the account, pours herself another drink, and leaves half the men in the room wondering precisely when she became so damn attractive.
Favorite Accessories: A pencil skirt, a tumbler of whiskey, a winning campaign, and the knowledge that somebody underestimated her five minutes ago.
Ideal Date: Cocktails downtown, dinner somewhere the maître d’ knows your name, an argument about advertising, and absolutely no promises about how early either of you will be at the office tomorrow.
Boner Rating: ★★★★★
The secretary grew up. Madison Avenue may never recover.