The English Patient (surely he’s a psychiatric patient to appear on this show)
I find myself smiling broadly as I deliciously anticipate the ladies presenting themselves to Matt with limp, wet hair, dragging soggy hemlines behind them and mascara streaming down their doleful faces - yes, I’m depraved like that, heheh.
Release the Hounds! Princess Jasmine Marshana, 27, fashion designer, Brooklyn, NY - Matt compliments her dress but I’m blinded by the many jewels glued (did she use a
Bedazzler?) to her massive forehead (would one that size be called a ten-head?).
Afterward, I wait for Matt to say, “I don’t know dawg, it was a little pitchy” but I guess being an English gentleman and all, he resists the urge. Damn.
Nothing Says ‘Call Me’ Like Your Worn Panties
Although Stacey has sobered up some, she’s irritated and announces that Matt has no idea what he could have had with her. Oh, dear Stacy, I think he
does know what he could have had with you…genital warts, herpes, Chlamydia, just to name a few.