Yes, Brandi… WE, meaning Kyle and I… do NOT and would NEVER know any of those who are lower in the medical chain… those dental people which you speak of. The people who put their hands in dirty mouths. So, why don’t you get with your own kind of people and maybe you’ll find a dentist among them. Go on, git out!
Shana, you will be going directly to Hell. Yes, H-E-Double Toothpicks! And, you’ll be given extra time in H-E-DoubleToothpicks for havin’ the burglar balls to wear a holy rosary around your neck as jewelry.
Nice goin’, Kyle. You’re a real friend. There were THREE spots on that dumb diving show and I really wanted to show off my jumpin-in-the-shallow-part-of-the-pool skills.
Just shut up, Kyle. Hope you have a great time doin’ belly flops in front of a record low Neilsen ratings audience. I won’t be sending John Turturro any pocket listings out from under Rick Hilton from now on either.
If I was going to ask any of my sister/friends to fill the third spot, I would have had to choose between you and FayeRancid. I just couldn’t choose… I just couldn’t! Now you’re makin’ me cry, Marisa… well, I’m tryin’ to cry, anyway. LOOK… I almost have tears! But, I’m beggin’ you… keep sendin’ John those listings!
Really, Lisa… did you HAVE to drag me here just to talk? I mean, I’m not made outta money like you and Adrienne. I’m not gonna buy anything here. I have to put gas in my car AND I have to pay for parking… that’s my $20 for the day. I mean, why couldn’t we shop at Kyle’s sister’s used dress emporium store?
I’m so confused. I thought Lisa was MY friend this season. She told ME that if I gave ROL and InTouch 20 stories, they’d give me a mini-Cooper. Now I don’t have a ring… or my phony Birkins… and now I don’t even have a damn crappy Cooper car. I hate Lisa.
Adrienne… you know how I feel about your purses. They’re way too big for your little person body. I’m a doctor… I know how oversized purses can affect the height-challenged. You have shrunk three inches since 2010.
Yes, Stassi… er Stacey…. er Shannon…. whatever your bloody name is, just remember the acting instructions I gave you. Look concerned, then wince a bit, make your lips tremble and then squeeze your knickers together until tears are produced. That’s how I learned to act for a “reality” show!
I gotta leave you now, home wrecker. I gotta find Lisa’s pile of clean napkins to soak my acting tears. You will NEVER outcry me… NEVER! And… Cedric isn’t a big-time ACTING agent, he’s an insurance agent. Works for Allstate over on Robertson. Gotta go now… have a nice life.
Bravo has announced that they will no longer be using phony psychics, tarot readers, palm readers on their phony baloney “reality” shows… Bravo is now going with a proven approach…