I don't know, people. This episode worked my weave like a lawnmower on fake grass. It was so...fake! The whole plot line with Heidi "getting promoted" is giving me some serious diarrhea. I'm blowing out every toilet in Manhattan thinking about it. Clean my pipes! I don't even want to talk about it. Also, the whole "run-in" at Ketchup was aggravating. Fake and lame.
However, I DO want to talk about our favorite warthog, Elodie! Home girl gets snaps for finally getting some balls, some mighty big baseball size balls, for asking more than, "Oh my gosh, Heidi...What did you do this weekend?". She let that crab collector have it! It was simply heaven.
Where exactly did Justin Bobby go this weekend? Was there a douche convention he was attending with Brody? Bro-Bro-Bro-Brody? Maybe the pair of them are getting a hot civil union in Canada, eh?!
I don't know how I feel about sober Jason. He's so watered down and boring. So Shirley Temple! Get this man some meth! He's crumbling apart. He's so helpless and just gawks at Lauren through his beady little eyes. Let's pray for a relapse. Call Lohan!
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