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Who wouldn't?! Trade?

And Martel STILL feels like he's "the catch."

I'm getting ads with big gross gobs of dark brown earwax between all my funny bunkie comments. What did I ever do to bring that on myself??

Tiffany split because Kevin was strolling along, ever so casually texting to other 'females' right in front of her. Now he's planning to play his smooth operator card and reel her back in? What a dick.

I don't think Antoine's mom would be so comfortable trashing her son to a total stranger. I think Lacey is her one-time friend and Christy's(?) trying to tell her the truth about the worthless little shit.

If Chance is going to be around, that kid better learn not to cry.

That's the second time Chance has explained to us how lucky Tayler is that he chose to be with her instead of all his other (superior) options. *gag*

MVP: Yolanda Runner up: Lidya Honorable Mention: Ramona

Tens!?!? Rowrrrrrr

Six out of seven drunk Cinco de Mayo women last night were certain she's dead, dead, dead. I'm #7, though.

So. Season finale. Woof, that was fast, although I enjoyed the 90 minute format. Tonight, I hope: --Kaylah shakes off Martel once and for all. --TayLER recognizes how much more valuable her sister is than Mr. One Punch Away. --Rick wakes the hell up. --Yolanda drags Indie home. --Indie's brother sets up a Fans Only link for my thirsty friends here. I don't care too much about Chazz/Bran/Kevin/Tiffany. I can't think of anything helpful to fix Antoine's world--I guess I'll send him back to prison with Chance, Martel, Harry and Raydean.

Both so true. I loved the show when Mike and Molly had to deal with the eccentricities of their friends and family, and also their own body issue struggles. Then Melissa McCarthy made a splash at the box office and suddenly Molly couldn't walk across the room without a big whacky face-plant. Hyuk hyuk hyuk. (sarcasm) It's a shame. Some of Molly's funniest lines were delivered under her breath to Peggy. Hollywood is really selling her short by restricting her to the zany fat girl roles--she's fully capable of being much more subtle. Strangely, I prefer big doofus Mike to the very reasonable Bob.

I enjoy Kevin and Randall, too, but this particular remark struck me wrong. We have never seen any evidence that the three of them casually refer to the fact that only two of them are related biologically. Big Three this, Big Three that. Suddenly Kevin is describing himself and Kate as "twins"? So now on top of dealing with all the other Golden Boy & Princess Kate mishigas, Randall is just the sibling who shares a birthday with The Twins? 🤨

Amazing that one chubby little carnival sideshow pageant baby spawned this whole industry of family dysfunction. See you next week, snark frens. Don't go apologizin'.

SEASON FINALE?!?! I'm still iffy on some of their names!

WHAT THE HELL is going on with this 19-year old woman's girl's breasts???? They're hanging down like suckling teats. Are men pulling on them at the club?

I think that's the THIRD time in this one episode where "But I love him" was the rationalization for excusing outrageous behavior. What is wrong with these women??

Purple-hair friend saying "Begone! Thanks." made me laugh.

I bet Martha Mitchell is sitting on a cloud, pleased as punch to see herself portrayed by Julia Roberts.

"Handcuffs? Well, how in the world did those get in there??" I bet Yolando knows a way to kill Harry without leaving a mark.

Oh, goody. Now we get to watch another one of these losers crap all over his devoted woman. It's exhausting. The last time I saw Kaylah she was peeling out of the parking lot. Whuh hop?

Wow, I have terrible gender bias. If a man gave that load of crappy excuses for why he didn't contact his daughter, I'd want him shot at sunrise. But Branflake . . . oh, wait. She just speculated about choosing between her daughter and Chazz. She's filth. kill her.

Do it. Up your courtroom cred.

Chance's eyes are so bloodshot, they're about to run down his cheeks. Is that from staying up late worrying about TayLER in the hospital?

Not wine, but CANE. Get a cane, Peps, at least until you stop falling over, off, down. I looooove my canes, which I have in multiple colors and designs. It gives me the unassailable stability of a tripod--which is always helpful when I'm stepping over and around eight dogs flopped between living room and bath. I use it to poke things farther away and drag things closer. You can just hook it over your arm like a purse if you're walking and feeling steady--like a bumbershoot. Big fan of the cane. It can solidify your fuck-you swagger if you approach it that way. Show's on! Give it some thought.