Originally Posted by spegs
Manhunt 10-24 Recap: To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Marilyn Manson
Intro? I don’t need no stinkin’ intro. (Besides, I get credit for having one that was three-times too long last time). Holy cow, can the rest of us use this??? :rofl
We begin this week with TyraMail Room Service Tray Mail.
I’m glad to see that the suck-tastic poet from Survivor has found himself a part-time job with Bravo.
“to relate to.” I’m not sure what he’s envisioning…Tampax?
That is the last English we will hear from Masako.
“Drink Mozuku to get healthy,” which sounds something like “Mozuku de gang ga nee nar RO!” in Japanese (okay, I’m not even close). Then the producers give him the universal signal for “chug it.”
but he does manage to throw the seaweed back in the manner of a jello shooter.
Jon’s eyes roll back in his head, and it looks like the seaweed is coming back. Seth does a great Scooby Do impression with the “na ROooooo” part, but it doesn’t look like he keeps his treat down.
Mmmm…snickers.
So…was that Paulo’s prize, or was the masseuse being rewarded for something? Mmmm….Paulo. Bravo provides us one measure of “bow chica bow bow” music. The massage is given in Paulo, Rob, and Maurice’s room, but Rob and Maurice don’t seem to enjoy watching it as much as I do.
They will also have their nails painted, which has Tate giggling maniacally and clapping his hands like Shazzer’s toy monkey. :rofl :rofl
“Oh my goodness,” he squeals like Alice in Wonderland on the rack.
“Tate looks like Jesus.” – I’m don’t know who said this, but it sure wasn’t spegs
Hunter is quite the little Gumby, easily folding at the waist as if for better under-the-bed storage.
Is anything said in a South African accent automatically sexy? Discuss.
So who’s bendy now, Hunter?
Ah yes, kiltophobia. No doubt inspired by the 1967 horror classic, The Kilt That Emasculated New York. :rofl
Ron is unhappy to have others touch his hair, because he is the sole inventor of The Tumbleweed ™, and no one else can do it.
“Where’s the pixilation when I really need it?” - spegs
My retinas burn.
I don’t know if the photographer told him to pinch his nipple, or if that was his idea. Let’s move on….
But he tries to emote toughness, because you sure don’t want to look like a pansy while you’re straddling a bondage bench.
A cloud casts a dark shadow across the sun. Could that be….a foreshadow?
(Well, that’s what he was doing in my dream. While Seth and Jon…er, let’s move on, shall we? This is already too long.)
Hunter’s pic radiates a serial-killer rage that is smokin’ hot. :rofl :rofl
He admits that Tate is mentally not there yet, and we get a flashback to previously in the day as Tate pees into a cup rather than find a bathroom.
