Well, somehow, we made it through last week and Sean never removed his shirt. Sadly, there was goat milking as well. Good riddance, Montana. Hello, St. Croix and more Shirtlessness…. Continue reading
This is an ironic toasting of that bad pun, Bravo.
Fail, Bravo on the pun. FAIL. Also, Kim so clearly does NOT nose best, because this whole thing started with her saying she liked her nose, but maybe possibly kinda-sorta Kyle didn’t? GROSS. Also in this episode: slut shaming, man shaming, pole dancing and Camille flips her shit. Continue reading
Brandi, you need better friends, seriously.
Brandi continues to get a beat down (yeesh), the Morally Corrupt Faye Resnick is a designer to “A-Listers” (I laughed so hard at her list), and Kim sees dead people. No wonder she always has that deer in the headlight’s stare!
And I don’t think anything makes me happier about this show than when a psychic is brought on. Clearly I need to ditch the writing gig and start pointing out portals and ghost children to bored, wealthy California ladies. Continue reading
Sorry for the late posting gang. Inclement weather in Arkansas shut us down, so I wasn’t able to finish watching and writing til today!
Sean may be one of the most boring Bachelors in the history of the show, but who cares as long as he never wears a shirt.
And that’s how we start episode 2…a shirtless Sean exercising his
mind arms and legs. Then we follow him into the shower…seriously. Not that I’m complaining…
This poor girl. The producers just have it out for her.
Remember how last week the producers forced Brandi to have a drinks with one of her ex-husband’s mistresses in order to lead in Lisa’s new show? I now believe the producers have it out for Brandi, because DAMN. This horse they’re beating is just about dead, and there’s no sign of stopping. Continue reading
A real girlfriend holds back all the hair, Kyle. Also, nice krissles – glamour! Bracelet! Shelves! Sbosky krissles.
This episode was a two-fer: our regular ladies plus the slimy tanned bags of desperate flesh that work for Lisa at SUR. I’m sorry, the “attractive” people that aren’t really waiters and bartenders deep down, but soon-to-be-famous “actors.” (Is that too harsh? Look, one girl pronounces “bitch” like “batch.” I can’t be held accountable for my actions when confronted with that.) Continue reading
When a spot of tea is the most hilarious thing on your episode, you need to revisit why your show exists, Bravo.
The morally corrupt Faye Resnick (Camille’s term, not mine) shows up at a dinner party doing that voo doo that she do so well: gettin’ up in someone’s grill over the first course. We also meet a new potential Housewife but I don’t know why she’d be one seeing as she wasn’t irritating, braggy, or awful. Why do we want to watch that?
This was one of those episodes where they clearly were dragging things out just to fill the docket.
HEEEEEEEEEY GUYS! Just because I’m sober doesn’t mean I’m normal!
Wanna see my chakras?
Last week was STFU-gate, and this week it’s the Bickersons vs. Brandi, The Showdown to put the Ho Down. But before we get there, Kyle and Mauricio egg their own house. I just… Whatever. Let’s go visit the Try Hards.