Much like
Shazzer’s predilection for wearing a unitard as often she can, I have the habit of donning the same at-home uniform as soon as possible after work every day: a hole-y pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt that has seen better days. Which was perfect tonight, since it made me feel right at home with the wannabe Hilton’s and their shabby, shoddy dress code. Don’t you think it stands to reason that if you want to be a Hilton and you're standing face-to-face with the Hilton matriarch, that you might try a bit harder to look the part?
Ann: Pretty Asian girl with a very manly voice. She is prone to sudden outbursts of song, and says things like “It’s going to be so nervous sitting in there.”
Stocky and possibly southern, he’s clean-cut and non-remarkable.
He has a cute gap tooth and can get a little excited sometime, not unlike a Chihuahua.
Voulez Vous le Francais?
“Ooh, I speak the French!” Yvette burbles, and she translates to English something that sounds to me like “
Presidio Cite voulez vous kissy assy Café de Artiste avec moi!” How fortunate for Team Madison that Yvette knows ‘the French’!
WWJD (What Would Joey Do?)
I yell at my TV and tell them to do it like Joey Tribiani would: put the map down on the ground, and
step into it.
She is given a pink tutu, which she puts on and wears for the rest of eternity. I guess it makes her feel like Paris.
I Learned a Dance For You Like to See It Here I Go!
There is a visible separation of the team, with Jackaay, Jabe and Latricia on one side of the divan, and the two self-serving asshats on the other. What, is that mean?
It's Like That One Time When Paris and Nicky Were Fighting About Who Is Prettiest
Those two lie more effusively than Tom Cruise talks about Scientology.
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