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Maybe Derelict can be the mascot for Tony C's strip club. At least it would be gainful employment and a steady paycheck. Dill's head would implode.

If Jill & Jessa keep popping out boys, who will have a laundry room breakdown ala Mechelle first? I would guess Jill. Jessa seems like she would be able to manipulate someone into doing her laundry quite easily. I can't see Jill being smooth enough to be able to pull that off.

Per Raawww-bin, her parents enjoyed a fairy-tale marriage that never left its "honeymoon" phase until they divorced. Not sure if they were polygamists. If they were, I'd expect Raawww-bin to talk about it all the time.

I've long suspected that Janelle had some kind of nervous breakdown, or at least a brief "wtf am I doing with my life?" episode after she divorced Meri's brother. She was raised in a normal, non-plyg Mormon household, and probably felt pressure to be the perfect Mormon wife. When that didn't happen, she left and lived on Kody's dad's property for a while. I think they've mentioned before that Janelle has a fascination with rural, Wild West type places and the outdoors. I'm guessing the tent (which I also believe was a tepee) was part of her experimentation with a different type of life. Then her mom apparently came out to visit and fell for Kody's dad, and they got married. Then Janelle and Kody decided to get married. Kadooz to y'all for taking one for the team and watching this stuff. I can't bring myself to watch this season, but love the snark.

Kody looks like he's at a science museum touching one of those static electricity globes. What a moron. Christine looks like she's been up all night bawling her eyes out and Meri looks godawful. I'm not sure if I'll be watching this season, even for snark purposes but I will definitely be checking the boards. P.S. Meri's twitter has photos of her, Kodouche and various members of the Brown fahhhmmmily hanging out with the band Van Lady Love. The Browns (and Meri in particular) are like their number one groupies. How on earth did the band get mixed up with the Browns?

Michael. looks. exactly. like. Boob. Lord have mercy!

You win the entire internet today for posting this! Bin loves his helmet hair, just like Boob. Blessa and Bin are J'Chelle and Boob 2.0, except I don't think Bin is anywhere near as smarmy as professional snakeoil salesman Boob. I'll bet he approves of Bin's hair, but probably throws a conniption every time he sees Derick's Geico caveman hair/beard.

I'll bet the Duggars have no idea what that passage means, either. Or maybe it DOES mean that the "headship" can let himself go (increase), while his "joyfully available" wife should walk on the treadmill for at least an hour a day while wearing a long denim skirt in order to remain svelte (decrease). Maybe we should invite eminent theologian BIN out for a frappucino at Starbucks, where he can explain what the passage means.

The Duggars posted: "He must increase, but I must decrease," - John 3:30 KJV on their FB. What the hell does that mean? The Duggars certainly don't believe the "decrease" part relates to population control. Or using disposable plates, cups, etc.

Bin would never be able to hack at it a real university. As soon as someone challenged his beliefs, he would absolutely crumble. Plus, a real university would never allow Blessa and Spurge to tag along and sit in the back of the class to watch over Bin. Can you imagine the death glares Blessa would shoot towards any female classmates she thought might tempt Bin into having Nike! thoughts? Our Blessa is an Old Testament-style kind of Mean Girl.

I'm late to the party, but thanks to y'all, I'm now obsessed with crazy Jill Rodrigues. I've been reading her blog and flat out started laughing (at work) because she posted something, giving marital advice, and then at the end there was a disclaimer from her husband/headship: "(The articles written by Jill Rodrigues (my wife) are never intended to instruct men. They are only to encourage her fellow sisters in Christ and if -per~chance- others read it and are encouraged, Amen. ~Dave Rodrigues)" I'm thinking about having my husband type up a disclaimer like that. I'll put it in my email signature, so whenever I send a male colleague at work a note, he knows he doesn't have to take me seriously. Because Jesus. Jill is one heck of a fame whore, too. I'll bet she goes to sleep every night, praying that she'll become the wife of one of those rich mega-pastors, so she can be on teevee and become Tammy Faye 2.0. Every picture I see of her, I can't help but think her Bible reads a little something like this: "and on the fourth day, the Lord laid it on her heart to buy all of the Wet n' Wild eyeliner in the entire state..."

Does Amy's husband do anything other than post comments about her on the internet? I appreciate that a husband might want to defend his wife, but it seems like as soon as someone posts a comment about her, he's typed out a response within seconds. Methinks Amy's been partaking in lots of post-church mimosas. How funny would that be if she showed up at the TTH, drunk off her ass and causing her usual wacky chaos. Boob's head would probably explode.

Females are turned on by "date nights", taking cutesy photos of themselves sharing a milkshake (or a frappuccino) with their husband, putting said photo through the appropriate filters and then posting them on Instagram with hashtags like #datenight #blessed #love. Even though Boob has probably forbidden Joshie from ever owning a smartphone again, I'll bet he's spending every waking moment trying to figure out how to get his creepy hands on one. Josh is one sneaky bastard. He won't be able to purchase one in Tonitown or the surrounding areas, but I wouldn't put it past him to slap on a disguise, slink into a store and pay for a new iPhone in cash.

Blessa and Bin probably post that they're on a "date" every time they go out because they have absolutely no idea what dating is in the normal sense. My husband and I have been together for 11 years, and it wouldn't even occur to me that we're out on a "date" when we go out to dinner or to a show or something. We went on dates when we first met, but now when we go out, we're just out together, as a couple. I don't know, I'm a very pragmatic person and don't expect every day to be like, "OMG! Romance! Horse-drawn carriages! Flowers! Whee!" because real life isn't like that and that's not, IMO, what marriage is about. Now, some of my friends who are married and have children occasionally post on Facebook that they're having a date night with their spouse, but I get that because that involves a babysitter and they very rarely get to go out as a couple and they're just trying to say they're doing something special. But Blessa and Bin keep posting photos labelled "date night" even when they're with the Spurge. That just reinforces to me that they're a couple of children play-acting as adults.

I think it's hilarious that Boob and J'Chelle are arguing about Josh. I have no doubt that J'Chelle thinks he's a precious snowflake because he's the oldest boy and is trying to protect him, and Boob is either shunning him or making his life a living hell (I'm leaning toward the latter, as I think Boob was probably teased a lot in high school and has become a bully, at least towards other men, as an adult). And Josh deserves to be treated like crap. What's sad is that neither parent is thinking about how their daughters feel, or arguing about how best to protect them. I wonder if they even asked their daughters how they felt about Creepy McPastyFace coming back to live with them again?