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So tonight it's Justine vs. Moka in the struggle for Michael's soul. Oh damn!! LOL, she literally just told him not to sell his soul!

Poor TayLER. I think she totally has Chance's number--the ego, the gaslighting, the cheating/gambling/drinking/lying/profligacy--but she's new baby hormone-y and reluctant to kick him to the curb and leave herself with four(?) children, no job and zero support. Geez, how will she ever even grab a shower if she evicts the only other adult in the household? Bobbie? Paging Bobbie! Meanwhile, Chance is looking for an escape hatch and willing to use whatever excuse presents itself. He's loathsome. But at least he's not punching TayLER in the face, which is what I expected.

". . .thinkin' about my priorities." I have no idea which way he's going to come down on those priorities. 🥶

My personal targeted ad between the posts is for something that "tells you when dementia is forming." ???

This is the first time I've heard that Blaine is religious and YOWZA!!!--he's super religious!! Gives the message at church, wears the t-shirt, the whole nine yards.

Motivational speaker?

Cam thinks anything he says in his deep "serious voice" should be accepted as scripture. Gag. ME.

Okay, I admit that it would be a major drag if your live-in S.O. were confined to the house for three solid years. Never going out to dinner or a movie, having to do all the errands by yourself, way way way too much Door Dash. I need a certain amount of private time--an ankle monitor on the roomie doesn't work for me.

And ONCE AGAIN, "Boob sling" catches me by surprise and I fall over sideways, giggling.

I just spend the Britzzz segments admiring her long glossy hair and perfect milky complexion. I think she leaves Lindsay in the dust, hair-wise.

Would it be too much to ask that all the baby-voice executives might choke on their Haribo Gold Bears?

Yes, Chance. We're all dying to know all about how YOU were doing during the delivery.

I've been in the "interior room" for a couple of hours with the doggos while the phone shrieked out TORNADO WARNING alerts, but it looks like everything's calmed down now and, besides, it's time for Love After Lockup Live Chat. Let the good times ensue!

I'd take your cat x 1000 over the June Crew.

I think she and her late son and new baby and weirdo fake husband-accountant were in the Carribean somewhere. Or maybe I've just seen the faux ANS Law & Order: Criminal Intent too many times.

Life-hack royalty.

Well. Damn. It's tornado-ville out there and my power just stuttered so no tv connection for awhile. You guys go ahead, though.

It's BOBBIE! She's alive! Did they get the shed ready?

If you come back with a selfie of you and the old lady in the bar, it's a Bingo!

Watch out. My farm guy could only have cars made before 1986 because that's what he knew how to work on. Don't be like farm guy.

It has to be your high school boyfriend who teaches you or it doesn't count.

Eric! Dude! Your eyes are running down your face.

I'm torn between CPA and Personal Trainer.

Oh, man! I thought this was a Bounty commercial, but it's Britzzz and Britzzz's kidzzz.

But you need to watch out for that "I loved her so much I had to kill her" scenario.