Let the merriment commence. Woo.
Hoo.
And please remember, if you send me death threats, you are just
proving my point, people.
But the house is only haunted by the ghost of her marriage, and she thinks it’s time for a change.
Save Your Bombs for the Dinner Table, Part I
(to be known from this point on as “Snot-nosed Punk #1, #2 and #3”),
Vic answers the door in an abominable snowman costume (on the plus side, if there’s a spill, I’ll bet that thing is very absorbent).
on the very top is the New York Post from the day John Gotti died. Please tell me this was set up by the production staff. Please tell me Vic doesn’t like to read about her father’s demise while she does her business.
Mona finally leaves, after she and Vic compliment each other’s boobs and both insist they are 100% natural. They don’t believe each other, and neither does anyone else in the universe.
Vic says that the Star’s not going to win any Pulitzers, but they write the stuff people really care about. How sad for people.
One woman at the meeting gets her face blurred out, and I know you’re thinking what I’m thinking: Witness Protection Program.
Books By Their Covers… The Shortest Episode of Blind Date Ever
Picture Montgomery Burns with Ned Flander’s bushy mustache.
Vic calls him arrogant to his face, noting that he says stupid things without thinking, says that it’s no mystery why he’s single, and then she stands up and walks out. I am forced to mutter, “Go girl,” and envy her cajones.
The End I wish Sleeping With The Fishes Sounds Better All the Time
I also feel the need to comment on the lameness of Vic’s voiceovers. They are lame.
The Other Mario Brother
(I know I’ve already made one Simpsons reference, but I have to quote Moe here: “La-tee-frickin’-da!”).
Taking Credit For Something You Didn’t Do Only Works When You’re Not Being Filmed For A TV Show
See the cameras, boys? That little red flashing light means you’re going to get caught.
The End…This Time I Mean It anybody want a peanut?
For the final scene of the evening (YES! YES! YES! *pumping fist in the air*),
As the credits roll, the boys have a screaming fight over an empty tube of hair gel. Kind of sums up the whole show, doesn’t it?
Go ahead and send me your death threats—if you kill me, I don’t have to watch this show again: spegs@fansofrealitytv.com