Dear Scrubs,So I couldn't help notice the whole fake miscarriage thing you did last night with JD and that hot surgeon. It happened just after all that super zany stuff with the RV and that super touching stuff with the fetus clutching Turk's finger, which BTDub, was pretty messed up.
Anywho, the thing is, I did that in Season Two during one of Ryan and Marissa's 84 breakups. Ryan left da OC to be noble and care for Theresa and an unborn baby of questionable paternity. Then it turned out that being noble is totally contagious and Theresa pretended the baby died, but it didn't. So Ryan went back to Newport and Marissa's clavicle and he never knew that a baby that he may or may not have fathered was still totally among the living. It was hella compelling.
Who am I trying to kid? It was dumb then and it's dumb now. Don't you see how melodramatic and ridiculous it is, Scrubs? Look at what that kind of thing did to me? It signaled the beginning of the end. I started trying to wring drama out of Marissa's hissy fits near the pool and self-referential graphic novels. It was bad.
Here's my advice: Check the freshness date on your storylines, cause this one is passed due. We're talkin' chunky milk over here.
Peace Out!
The OC
PS. I stole it from Fools Rush in with Matthew Perry and Salma Hayek. That's how not-so-fresh it is.
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