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I don’t know about the rest of you losers, but my Valentine’s Day will be filled with copious amounts of wine, some witty repartee, and a whole lot of orgasms DC gossip courtesy of Frank Underwood. While I sit on my couch and binge on all 13 episodes, I’ll find solace in the fact that while we may have to part for some time, my not-so-real-kinda-imaginary boyfriend will not soon be breaking up with me – at least not yet.
In news that had both sides of the aisle weeping the happiest tears since…actually, I can’t think of the last time we agreed on anything, but, you get it, everyone is elated. And that, my friends, is because “House of Cards” has been confirmed for a third season. I’ll pause for a moment while you catch your breath, because, yes, the fictitious South Carolina congressman turned adulterer turned murderer turned all around badass turned VICE PRESIDENT turned every woman in America’s fantasy (no, just me?) will be returning once again to provide us an escape from our otherwise boring, monotonous lives.
Very little is known about season three, and by very little, I mean nothing. Nothing is known about it because they just started writing it a few days ago. As far as I’m concerned, as long as Frank keeps screwing orgasms into women and political appointments out of men, the writers can do no wrong. Honestly, let’s just hope this series never ends. Frank Underwood: the man, the myth, the Netflix legend.
Just a reminder, season two is available on Netflix on February 14th. Though, honestly, how could you forget?
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Haven’t seen the British version, but I have a feeling the series will end with Frank’s assassination.