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Real Housewives of New Jersey – 3.04 Gobblefellas
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MAKE WITH THE GIRL BAND, BRAVO! For reals. I’m starting to believe it’s all just a big lie to lure me in.
Full disclosure: I sat on the porch last night drinking and reading and completely forgot about my bitches. I am waiting impatiently for the rerun and silently cursing the gods that I don’t have a DVR. Jerk gods.
Oh, we’re getting to Jesus Spice! The groundwork is being laid next week, and then it’s balls-out to crazyville island vacation!
Surely it’s rerunning fifteen times today, you should be able to get your fix soon.
I really need a drink. I mean. Damn. They wear me out. Like it’s almost not even funny anymore. These people are so 2D sometimes, it’s like looking at Kate Moss on Family Guy.
She selects a pork butt and Bro Joe, who never misses an opportunity to remind us all that he’s a vital man, filled with the essence of sexuality and possibly also prosciutto, tells the butcher that he’s an ass man as he slaps at the meat. If you were my Mistuh, you’d be slapping your own meat for the rest of the night, ya feel me?
THIS and the Bull humping scene makes my skin crawl. Both Joes in this show give all the other Joes a bad name. Hell Joe Dirt looks like a fancypants gentleman compared to these losers. Let’s just put them on an island together with unlimited booze and see who dies first. Now that’s entertainment.
“Like it’s almost not even funny anymore.” YOU SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH. (lol) Oh, it’s still greatness to me, but your Kate Moss on Family Guy comment makes me laugh, and not just because I think Family Guy is the worst. (it’s like two day old broccoli water.)
I’m SO OVER the sexual prowess shit. I get it. You’re both afraid of who you really are. When you’re ready to stop being a dick and start getting real, Greg and Miss Judy Garland (his dog) are waiting for you. They know all the clubs down on the shore to hit.
If I promise to wash my filthy mouth out with vodka, can I please keep it open? (crosses self and says 10 hail Marys for forgiveness) heh
Do you think they really have that amount of DUH-RAH-MA everyday or just for the show. Because dayam they make me tired from it.
Splash a little pomegranate juice and champagne in with the vodka, and then I’ll be over later to wash my mouth out, too.
I think the drama is stretched out over a few weeks, honestly. At some point laundry has to be done and naps have to be taken. Otherwise, GOOD HELL.
My skin has been crawling since the whole “my penis is like a pimple” bull hockey from last week. Shiver.
He’s a total creeper with the constant sex talk. No wonder Jesus Spice is so slender, she most likely is running away from his sproinging dick all the time. “Just let me dress the kids, facrissakes!”
I thought Jesus Spice just prayed herself skinny? I was actually considering trying it out to see if it worked…
Let me know if that works. And which god is responsible. (Saint Ana, protector of all swallowing?)
I may never get over the pimple penis image. I mean, REALLY? I know you’re only using 1% of the meat in your head, but c’mon! Surely you can come up with a better analogy than that, Bro. (see me after class if I need to define analogy for you)
IOW, I’m totally with you. Ugh.
I just don’t see how someone could talk like that and be, you know, serious. My husbo does that sometimes but it is always within the confines of adult time. No kids. And I know he is just joking.
But really, who wants the image of Mel being pumped full of poison man juice? Not me!
oh boy do I get it, as my name is Mel and every time I read it I think Stoney has somehow interjected me into the recap and then suddenly, I’m being chased by a ‘roided up meathead full of poison juice who just wants me to pop his ‘pimple.’ And when I’m done reading, I drink away the pain and go to my happy place… Which consists of writing my recaps and eating cheesy poofs while continuing to drink it all away. heh