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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?

The "wear special accents near your face" part reminds me of that douchelord Pick Up Artist guy (he had a show on VH1 around 2007/2008). He used to tell guys to wear guyliner and accents like hats and necklaces (I think he called it "peacocking") to attract the attention of women. So Gothard is like a fundy pick up artist, I suppose. The whole courting thing is basically one elaborate mating ritual.

Yikes. I'm all for making people aware of JO's tactics so no one else falls prey to her machinations (when "Sam" posted a link to his "friend's" gofundme page for some kind of b.s. group, I reported it to gofundme as fraud), but that's really crazy. I wish Nev would do a show on JO - she wasn't just manipulating lonely people who believed they had "met" their soul mate online, she was also conning these people out of large sums of cash. Meri may be embarrassed for falling for "Sam" (and frankly, she should be), but she got off easily compared to what some of JO's other victims went through.

I personally feel like Meri thinks she's "too good" to settle down w/a normal guy and that's partly why she fell for "Sam's" bullshit. If she happened to meet a slightly overweight, divorced, 48 year old guy who has a stable job, owns his own modest home - do you think she would have tried to dump Kody and run away with him the way she wanted to with "Sam"? I highly doubt it. The hypothetical 48 year old could be the nicest guy in the world, but if he wasn't super hot and rich, Meri would never go for it. I think she lives in an entitled fantasy world. To which I say: if you want nice things, then get a job, Meri.

I wonder if JO locked the Twitter accounts because she got cut off from the internet for unpaid bills, too? If she manages to collect enough aluminium cans to turn in for $, she'll be back and tweeting that Sam's team of lawyers are locked in a heated battle with godaddy.com and Comcast. Total amounts disputed: $19.99/per year for godaddy account and $79.97 for the past 2 months of Comcast high speed internet that she can't afford to pay. She must be sweating bullets without her internet access, heh.

A cross-country book tour would provide an excellent way for Joshie to get a little somethin' on the side. As soon as Anna fell asleep in their hotel room, his ass would be out the door and at the nearest strip club or singles bar wearing a wig, glasses and fake moustache. Once he's released, he will just get sneakier and sneakier with all of the shady stuff he pulls. He will never, ever change and it's sad Anna will probably never realize that.

I'm reading the spoof blog post about Sam's trip to the Superbowl, and almost spit my iced tea at my monitor from laughing so hard. Thanks for posting!

Good point - I've never even considered this. Maybe a bunch of people were at the MLM event (drawn, no doubt, by the chance to mix n' mingle with powerful A-list celebrities like the Browns) and somehow Meri missed seeing JO? Though I'm not sure how that's possible... Then again, Meri is not the sharpest crayon in the box, so I wouldn't be surprised either way.

The latest from Sam's blog (skip if ya'll don't want to read about JO anymore; it's all good): Sam's bff, boozin', gamblin' & brawlin' Lindz, apparently stopped by and stocked the fake nursery for his fake twins with 3 months worth of fake supplies. Apparently wacky Lindz was able to stay away from the casino long enough to go shopping for the twins and knows enough about babies to purchase all of the supplies necessary for 3 months. Who woulda thought? 24 members of Sam's fake family and friends came over to breathe their germs all over his fake newborn twins this weekend. I thought Sam was an orphan whose fake parents got into a fake, tragic accident? Sam is still not a fake foster parent, which is puzzling because one does not need to be a foster parent in order to adopt fake babies in the state of Illinois. Sam is contemplating moving out of the country and raising his fake twins in either Paris or Dubai. I guess he'll have to sell his fake downtown Chicago condo and fake "lake house" in Lake Forest, or maybe he'll just keep them for when he visits the U.S. Sam has three fake nannies to cope with the fake twins because he doesn't have enough "me time" ("Me time" for Sam = Yankee candle shopping, catfishing, watching Disney movies and posting inspirational quotes online, oh, and uh...pumping iron and watching football, yeah).

I can't un-see that Boob rap video. J'Chelle did NOT look happy while that lady rapped/danced in front of Boob. I'm sure she was freaking out because the woman's dress fell a few inches above the knee and was majorly NIKE. Boob is the definition of freaking awkward. It's painful to watch him attempt to speak, let alone sing or, gasp, dance. Was his 180 degree turn during the rap defrauding for the ladies in the audience? I'm guessing no one on this planet (including J'Chelle) wants to see Boob's ass. Apologies for that visual!

So the twins were born via C-section? Yet another screw up from JO: her blog states that one twin was born at 5:05 a.m., and the other was born at 5:12 a.m. Aren't twins who are born via C-section pretty much taken out at the same time, or within like, seconds of each other? I don't know much about babies or C-sections, so maybe someone can enlighten me. Was the second twin just sort of hanging out for 7 whole minutes while the doctors dealt with the first one? JO is just flat out DUMB. Sam also blogs that he called wacky "Lindz", who was awake at 2 in the morning because she was boozing, gambling and probably picking fights with people at a casino in Vegas (cuz' that's just how she rolls), and she was able to hop on a plane, arriving just after the birth of the boys. Think about that. JO is a middle-aged woman who thinks the epitome of coolness is to be at a casino on the Strip on a work night, piss drunk and blowing $$$ gambling. Lord.