When a monster feeds on the brains of psychics, an old friend will put herself in harm's way to protect her family.
After a psychic is found dead inside of her shop, Dean gets a call from Missouri Moseley to meet in Omaha, Nebraska. Sam suggests that they send Jody to handle it while they watch Jack but Dean refuses to babysit and let Jody take all of the risk.
Bronx-born comic, writer, and actress Gina Brillon started her stand-up career much earlier than most, at only 17 years old. Finding a way to fit in with the other older comics at New York City clubs -- and keeping audiences laughing along the way -- gave her experience most comics don't get until their late 20s or 30s.
A road trip with the devil's son is just about as complicated as you would expect.
After the events of last week, the Winchesters and Jack are headed back to the bunker in the impala. Dean still doesn't trust Jack but Sam thinks that he might be taking the loss of Castiel and Mary quite hard.
The Devil has a son and his name is Jack.
After walking into the room with the newly born, naked, young adult Nephilim, Sam is kinda terrified. He asks Sam if he is his father but doesn't get the answer he was hoping for. Then Dean runs into the room and shoots the Nephilim. The result is the Winchester brother waking up hours later with no sign of the Nephilim known as Jack.
To learn about these daily JFL42 roundups, read the first one! Now, onto Wednesday's comedy shows, featuring Max Silvestri and the first night of Andy Kindler's midnight Alternative Shows.
To learn about these daily JFL42 roundups, read the first one! Now, onto Tuesday's comedy shows, featuring Hari Kondabolu, Ali Saddiq, and World Champion Judah Friedlander...
Saturday was a day off for my brother's wedding.
To learn about these daily JFL42 roundups, read the first one! Now, onto Friday's comedy shows, featuring Morgan Murphy, a live taping of The Last Podcast on the Left, and a Feminist Live Read of Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion...
The festival begins, and my task has been laid out: chronicle my experiences at one of the best comedy festivals in Canada, and make it seem somewhat enticing so that I can justify being here and hopefully get people out to see more shows. I can do that.
Problem is, reviewing comedy shows is a tad redundant.
It's September. It's Toronto. It's unseasonably hot, and I'm sleeping on my friend's couch again for two weeks.
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