This week, I talk way too fast and sometimes I just can’t stand myself. But I’ll be damned if I’m re-recording this and trying to feign spontaneity. I’ll just try to remember that for some people who aren’t inside my brain day in, day out, I’m a treat! ENOUGH about me though, this episode we have Knickerbocker children to concern ourselves with, at risk youth. The spotlight is on Tammy’s younger daughter Lindsey, whom Bravo seems to be putting through some kind of sick humiliation ritual. She’s set up to gaze upon the wealth she once had but not touch, have an awx lunch with her perv dad on camera, then go for an even more awx job interview at the mall. Lauri celebrates uptrading her lemon of a family. Jo and Slade give a half-assed performance of not being in the detachment phase of their break-up. Vicki does a beer bong at The Naked Turtle in Havasu. Jeanna does nothing. As usual, I lament old signage that served as lifestyle pornography for me as a child.
P.S.: I don’t wish pain on anyone but sometimes the misfortunes of others make me feel snug as a bug in a rug.
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