These women have NO redeeming values

Watched the Real Househos Of Orange County last night. Usually I only catch bits because I'm a cronic flipper, but, this time I was going over my concrete books and planning something and the remote wasn't near. Saw the whole thing...wondering why? These whores, and yes, they are whores, are nothing more than overprocessed hair extensions sitting atop giant mountains of purchased silicone. Vicki is still a total cunt who has a job (I'M A BUSINESS WOMAN!) and talks to minimum wage workers like they're dog shit on her Louboutins. To Hispanic workers, "No scratchy the woody." Really? Can you possibly be more of a cunt? Doubtful. Her face reminds me of that episode of Twilight Zone where everyone is a pig but Elly May Clampet. Remember that one? No, Vicki, you're not the least bit hot. You're a pig in Prada. Yelling, "WOO HOO" every five seconds does not a party make.
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Tamra and Gretchen's fued rages on with them trying to out do each other in classlessness. I think Gretchen is in some money laundering fraud business with worthless pipe layer Slade, but, she continues to insist she's building an empire. Her empire consists of buying cheap mass produced make up and repackaging it with her name on it. She's about as entertaining as a rectal exam with her constant sexual inuendos that pass for wit. Tamra has a new man and she's wisely decided to be a good parent and not introduce him to her children. Instead she put her wrinkled botoxed naked body in a bubble bath with him and made soft porn on national TV. Smart. And classy.

Alexis the Jesus Barbie who lives on Jesus Lane told us how she wants to stay home and take care of kids and be "Bev Cleaver." I wondered who the hell Bev Clever was, but, not extensively, because I know that Jesus Barbie has the IQ of a white dog turd. Between explaining Christianity to me (God says man is the boss, women must obey) and praying, she does have time to pump up her trout lips and beg for good jewelry. Her hubby responded by telling her to get real and buying himself over twenty grand worth of ugly watches. If you're going to be a trophy wife, the idea is to gain monetarily. Instead, Jesus Barbie is a slave to a fat hairy pig and is too dumb to figure out she's wasting her best years and half a million dollars worth of plastic surgery.
There's a new whore in town, Peggy, ( a reject from the rock of love bus) who loves bling and guns. She points out that she rolls the school run in a Bentley instead of a mini van. A good gold digger line. The show is slightly behind real life, so it's already out that she and her check book, err, husband defaulted on their home loan. I guess they can sleep in her fucking Bentley.
The best thing that could happen to this clan of faded gold diggers is a unibomber plants a live one at the next bitch luncheon. And blams the place to smithereens before these whores get their first cocktail. The world would be a better place.