This incredibly annoying man, the show’s runway director, appears out of nowhere with a very purple shirt. His name is Nikko and I want him to leave right now.
I’d suggest another kind of implant, but I’ll just leave it at that. Is anyone here a fan of the show Pinky and the Brain?
The kind producers of the show help me refocus by putting Enrique Iglesias on my TV screen. Oh! It’s not zee latin lovah that used to have a mole, it’s Josh, the bartender.
Alicia, the resident evil one, has “love handles” and her ass is, how can I put it kindly? I can’t, the Simon wannabe says her love cushion is sagging.
The moral of this story? Shantel, Marcela and Sabrina all ate some chocolate cake. Shazam! You’re all going home.