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I wonder if Libby has started to feel self-conscious about marrying a brain-dead gorilla whose ambition to drive a truck popped like a soap bubble only to be replaced by a lukewarm inclination to do odd jobs requiring no qualifications, and only in the afternoon. Does she know that she'll be supporting, with her father's help, his macho-veneered pussy ass forever? I'm no psychic but I can totally see him gambling money behind her back, committing petty crimes, cheating on her... sneaky stuff. Idle hands being the devil's playground and all. For all his chest beating, deep down he's nothing but a coward who cannot even face holding a job where he has to be accountable, and answer to someone - boss or clients. He is terrorized by a lot of things and responds with aggression. Big Puss is afraid of his 100 lb sister-in-law.

That is seriously the best take I've read, and there have been many. It's too bad no one has the moral fortitude and level-headedness to be the 'elder statesman' of the situation. Acknowledge your wrongs, apologize, be kind, and walk away with an open heart. The rest will then be up to the rest of them, but you will have done the right thing.

Basically Sean needed to spend his entire life in a hospital setting having his food controlled. Dr Now did keep him on in-hospital controlled diet for repeated, prolonged stays, continuing into long rehab. He spent countless months in the hospital. He should not have been given a food choice ever again. But what kind of life is that? I get that after 2-3 months of controlled diet and daily PT, that they give him a chance to go home and self-regulate. Dr Now sent Sean unheard-of amounts of in-home help. He even had Sean picked up by firemen if he missed an appointment, because he knew how much self-damage Sean could do even in a short burst. Sean knew too, and he could have called after two weeks and admitted to having spent $2000 on pizza. The show emphasizes the emotional aspect of over-eating. But it's more than habits, it's more than emotional trauma. The regulation of hunger is a complex pathway that includes hormonal signals from your fat cells that they are full, from your stomach that it is full, from your intestines that enough calories have passed through the membrane, even a cyclical component whereby if you eat every day at noon, you'll start to get hungry and salivate 3 minutes before noon. Even the pituitary gland is involved. That's a lot of genes interplaying. One of these genes goes rogue*, you'll be chubby, Two go rogue, or even one very important one, you'll be obese. I imagine if you lose the genetic lottery in the hunger regulation pathway, you'll be like Sean. One of the reasons why stomach bypass works for some, and not for others, is that as you pretty much remove the stomach, you also remove the hormonal signalling that the stomach produces. So if your obesity has to do with wonky stomach signalling, bypass will work for you. If it's other genes... you'll still struggle. It must have taken an accumulation of rogue genes to enable Sean to go from controlled diet for two whole months, to eating 15 pizzas the minute the diet is over. The vast majority of poundticipants have an abundance of severely overweight people in their family. There's even 12-Ton Family, or whatever the show is called. Sean was dealt a freakishly bad genetic hand. * technically, by rogue, I mean unfavorable polymorphism.

During his last meeting with Dr Now at the hospital, Sean's facial expressions reminded me of "Drunk Uncle" on SNL. His joylessness was contagious, the staff around him kept sighing and looking glum. No one wanted to talk to him unless they had to and were being paid for it. Except for dear old mamma. He longed for generic "others" to take total control and responsibility for his every living minute, like mom did. What did he do with all his crochet? He was quite good at it. I'm no accountant, but quick calculations show that he spent over $200 a day on "tilapia" in his "shopping cart." Is that about 15 large pizzas? At 2300 calories each we're talking roughly 30,000+ calories. The daily caloric requirements of 15 people. No wonder he gained 7 pounds every day. He will be remembered for his ability to gain massive amounts of weight in record time.

Fence case: the ugly and tacky was overwhelming. Ugly houses, ugly fences, ugly tarps, ugly chimneys with painted bricks, ugly "gardens" and ugly people.

Now, that's what I call a "family emergency!"

His self-control and poker face were a sight to behold. Not once did he show being remotely fazed by the giant baby's primitive rage state and knee-jerk defiance. He is an intelligent man and said all the right things in the right way. Who's the alpha male now?

Some hare-brained thoughts on tonight's episode: Pedro is a decent, standup guy caught in a vise of terrible women. His mother and sister are querulous harpies, Chantel is a pissy-faced Debbie Downer, Chantel's family is insufferable (except for her dad and his clone Winter), they give themselves fancy airs but they just look demented. I'm proud of him for doing to his killjoy of a wife what he would have wanted her to do to him, even though he's completely miserable that she showed up uninvited, and brought 'tude with her. I fast-forwarded through Pao, I don't care about her birth plans. I don't care about any of her plans, Girl, bye. I fast forwarded through most of Jay and Ashley's scenes. Jay's sister is a beautiful angel, full of wisdom and kindness. She rocked the purple lipstick. Debbie is a huuuuge, manipulative, petty bitch. She was very transparent: she was playing Colt like a violin to tell her she's more important than second wife Larissa, and he should take her side in battle. Perhaps Larissa has a point, is Colt afraid of mommy? He backed off the stupid slot machine pretty quickly when she petulantly refused to compromise. First, the blender, then, the slot machine... what's next? Oh give me a break, you rusty voiced, mole-chinned crone. Bring the slot machine to your bedroom where you can hump it. Your son is married, and yes, you're now the third wheel. You shouldn't put your son in a position to be the one deciding you're leaving. Leave gracefully and tell them it's for your own good, and sincerely wish them the best. Well. if she considered Colt a son, that would be good advice. Why do they keep talking like Andrei is a manly-man? He's an angry, defiant, antisocial, stubborn, lazy little tyrant - and probably unemployable for life for all these reasons. This so called manly-man's destiny is on the lowest rung of the professional ladder where it's OK to be a frustrated bully, such as unclogger in a porta-potty business in a state with hot summers and plenty of flies. He's a born loser, A huge "beta" with a shitty attitude and a chip on his shoulder. Pride? He has no pride at all, other than the false kind. He has none of the attributes of a good man: competence, work ethic, moral compass, education, empathy, loving heart, sense of humor, or a presence that brings joy to a room. I can't blame Libby's family for not liking him. They're good people, and there's nothing likeable about the Moldovan Neanderthal.

How about AndRRRei?

You've asked the right person. Princess Toast is toast with jam, topped with cake frosting and decorative sprinkles.

Maybe they work for cheap and are very accommodating with the "script" - I can't imagine there being a demand for more screen time for them.

Lee was gently rocking a frying pan flipping pancakes when Rena, with great force, violently banged her head into it on purpose.

He has no education, a hot temper, and is completely bonkers. $10 is a high hurdle for him.

Inorite His eyes grew big and wide. 26K... A princely sum that is completely unattainable! Quite unfair of the government to demand people be thousandaires living a lavish lifestyle (like Larry for example) to sponsor an immigrant with child. I tell you, that's a lot of odd jobs moving bales of hay and picking up cow patties to toss them into a wheel barrow.

Blonde, blue-eyed, good-looking, well off enough to meet up with her in Bumfuck, Amazon, she must have thought he was her ticket out. Instead she's got a baby with an unemployable mental case who cannot bring her and the baby to America... and do we know if Brazil wants him? Brazil may not want him any more than we do.

The contents of the crates seemed to have been chosen rather hapharzardly to begin with. The lesson I draw from the incident is that Karine is going to deal with an irrational lunatic for years to come, as she co-parents with him.

Funny story, Pole should have worried less about wearing condoms to stop little wrigglers from swimming up his urethra, and worried more about wearing condoms to stop a different kind of little wrigglers from swimming up Karine's Fallopian tubes.

Paul, looking for sympathy: "I'm leaving all my friends and family to move to Brazil." Paul, looking for sympathy: "I have no family support, I have no friends."

Tiffany's mother, looking at her daughter in a white dress, with tears of joy: "you look like a virgin." Tiffany: "my mother thought I was a virgin" when she was pregnant. Tiffany: "my boyfriend wanted nothing to do with a baby." I believe the above explains the context in which she pretended that she didn't "know" she was pregnant.

Those lids looked awful. She ruined her face.

I want to know, too!

I found the ice cream parlor narrative hard to follow, but it seems to me like the plaintiff was a raging douche.