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Monday, February 13, 2017

Middle of a Memory

For the avid Bachelor watchers out there, especially those who listen to country music! Take a gander at Cole's love interest in this video.

PS - I haven't finished tonight's episode but I hope to finish it tonight and blog tomorrow night!

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Three Cuts And A Choke

Hi all. Back to NOLA we go. And as has become the status quo, we begin with more of the Corinne show. Or in this case, the Taylor vs. Corinne championship match. Take your corners and hold on tight. This could be "the most dramatic" moment in Bachelor franchise history.

But it wasn't really. It was a bit uneventful and predictable. Taylor's in denial about her lack of a spark with Nick. Corinne fumes, and then gloats. And in case you didn't know, cats have nine lives and b****es have two. Not quite sure what that means but I'm pretty sure she doesn't either. Also, she doesn't even realize she's claiming she has only two lives. It's a situation.

No cocktail party. Instead they visit Forrest Gump's childhood home and go straight to the roses. The ones without a rose slam back a drink while Danielle M. and Rachel sit back and relax, and Corinne eats a rose petal.

Rose recipients:
Danielle L.
My heart thumps as I say aloud, "oh pleeeease say Alexis!!"
But no, Whitney what's-her-face gets the final rose.

Cue music.

I was over Josephine and Jaimi anyway so it's all good there. But Alexis?? Really?? Last week Sarah, this week the quirky dolphin enthusiast? Life is like a box of chocolates. Josephine hugs him and whispers, "you'll miss my book wiener." Jaimi smudges her purple lipstick with snot, and Alexis visualizes running a dorsal fin into his crotch. 

Now it's off to St. Thomas. Nick circles the island in a seaplane while giving us an up close and personal glimpse of his leg hair.

Kristina immediately gets whisked away while the other girls watch with envy as they fly off.  The camera continues to show us Nick's hairy legs. Jasmine whines about not getting the date. She isn't the first girl to leave her big girl panties at home.

Nick takes Kristina to a scenic overlook for some unlabeled domestic brewskis and deep conversation. She starts off with a little bit of family tree business then lays a lip lock on him before heading down to the beach.

Back at the condo, Vanessa gives a history lesson that the girls pretend to be interested in. She also put a T on the end of learned. She learnT some history. Lorna shows up and Corinne gets a little turned on at the thought of getting her clothes pressed, her pina coladas freshly blended and poolside service complete with lobster dip. She thinks Raquel will be jealous, but I'm taking bets on how many parties Raquel has thrown since Corinne left.

Nick continues to dig for family background. Kristina goes into detail about her circumstances in Russia. Michelle weeps. Seriously. I can't linger on the topic. I'm mad at myself for taking her out of my top four on my fantasy board.

Group date card: "Love's a beach... Rachel, Raven, Vanessa, Corinne, Danielle M., Jasmine." That leaves Danielle L. and Whitney for the two-on-one. Ouch.

The group takes off on The Cat for some island fun. They start off with a little cornhole  Corinne sported a skin-tone bra and white panties, Jasmine is still wearing bikinis small enough for a Build-A-Bear, and Raven, oh as much as I love her, those bottoms. Yikes. Nick imitates a drunk baby dinosaur. Corinne IS a drunk baby dinosaur. V can't volley it over the net. Jasmine turns into a violent turnip. Everyone takes a different spot on the beach to cry into their tequila shooters. Corinne's right knocker slips out from underneath her top. Danielle M. dreams of the day she has tatas big enough to fall out. (Where's Terry Dubrow when you need him?) The day wasn't a success. Nick decides he should've worn trunks large enough to keep him safe from the threat of moose knuckles.

The evening begins and Raven redeems herself on the blue retro bottoms with that outfit. And it looks way more comfortable than Nick's conversation with Rachel. She rambled a lot about how this is way outside her comfort zone. Or maybe she was stalling so she wouldn't have to go back and hear Jasmine talk about punching Nick in his face. She's BEEN to St. Thomas, y'all. She doesn't need ABC and this show. And she most certainly will NOT be overlooked. She can and she WILL throw somebody down and go full throttle with a chokey.

No amount of pent up aggression could save her though. Even though she tried to go all Anastasia Steele on him. Nick sends all 50 shades of Jasmine straight to the hizzy. Raven got the rose, albeit unaired.

Whitney and D-Lo take off on the always awkward two-on-one, both confused about why they're on the date together since they get along.

I may be from the south but I do realize men's swimwear is trending toward the shorter. However, I'm just a little taken aback if they're short AND snug. And super short at that. Makes me nervous. What if he sits down wrong, crosses his legs and oopsie, out comes a hint of junk. My heart just couldn't take it.

Nick decides Whitney is a little too safe for him so he draws an X in the sand for her to stand on as he flies off in the chopper with Danielle. She gets sand burn from the propeller wind as she relives in her mind their time together on the side of the rocky surf, wondering where she went wrong.

D-Lo feels safe as they fly off. At dinner, Nick asks for two adjectives to describe her ideal relationship. She chooses two nouns instead: love and trust. She also spends most of the date reminiscing about their first date... all while not picking up on the fact that he is clearly disconnected. He's wondering if they have Reddi-Whip in St. Thomas. I'm wondering why she didn't use adjectives. I'm also wondering how I went so wrong with my fantasy picks. I lost one final four last week in Sarah. And now I've lost my final rose pick. Proof I don't look at Reality What's-His-Face.

Nick shows up back at the condo for a counseling session. He isn't sure this is going to work for him. He needs someone to pay him a late night visit. This tears him up inside. Every week, one of the fantasy league questions asks if someone will be in a hot tub. I'm wondering why they don't ask if Nick will cry this week. At this point, the odds of that are way higher than the hot tub thing.

Next week, everybody's crying. Again. Also, the return of the platinum vagine. Until then, readers! For now, let's pay our respects. Take care, dolphin shark. Nice knowin' ya.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Intelligency - It's a word now!

Hello, readers! This week, I cannot find the time to blog in full. However, I do have some thoughts to share...
  • At my next bonfire, there will most likely not be a conversation about maturity vs. emotional intelligence. But if there is, I want to know yooouuuuuurrrrrrr perspective on it.
  • Did it really only take a little heat from Taylor to make Corinne feel like an idiot? Nobody else has ever achieved that?
  • I'm going to try to make sure I don't ever have a "stank face" ON my face. Because having a face on my face would be bad enough, but if it were stank, ohhhh mannnn that's not good.
  • Sarah?? Of all people?! Curse you, Nick! Thanks for messing up my final four.
  • I'm pretty sure Nick chose the wrong line for his alligator head. Then again, she did say she would step outside of her box. Not "the" box. Her box.
  • Please ABC, never make us watch Nick eat powdered sugar again. Please.
  • Where can I buy some pink pig slippers?
  • Nick has officially earned the worst-group-dates-ever trophy.
  • Corinne has once again expanded her vocabulary. Intelligency. Use it in a sentence, y'all.
  • I wonder if Raven would be my friend.
  • Why would any man ever want to take a date (or dates) to a place where alligators dwell? Two words: deal. breaker.
  • Corinne got the rose? I guess he decided she was intelligency enough.
  • I guess you don't get a rose when you act like a bully normal human.
  • Exactly what types of butts don't belong in a swamp? Well, besides this one...

See you next week! Will it be the week nanny girl goes? Will she get the one-on-one? I say yes, and I say she doesn't get a rose. And I say I'm probably just wishful thinking. But if she stays another week, I may need to take up hooch shooters to get through it. Until next week, lovelies. Stay cool.

Oh, and if you haven't already hopped on THIS GUY'S latest single, just go on and download it. You won't be disappointed. Despite Jojo's lapse in judgement, I'd say he's done pretty good for himself.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017


Two weeks in a row. Twice now I've procrastinated on my blog. I will move mountains to see that I don't make you wait like this again! But in all fairness, Michael Jordan procrastinated. Abraham Lincoln procrastinated. So why can't I procrastinate?

The drama continues, starting right now. Our host Chris Harrison amps us all up for what is to come after the whole bounce house episode. It was gross. Just gross.

Vanessa is ready to give the rose back. She is fed up with the little "business woman" from Miami. And so are the other girls. And so am I. Everyone is also disgusted by the "riding" incident, as Vanessa so eloquently put it, in the birthday party bounce house. And Jasmine is still obsessing over where Corinne is. Honey. You really don't know? She's napping. On a totally unrelated side topic, toddlers have to have plenty of sleep for proper brain development.

Sarah and Taylor aren't afraid to wake her from her slumber and tell her how she's coming off to the rest of the girls. Corinne was really receptive to constructive criticism and they gained a lot of ground. And by that I mean, why did they waste their time.

The girls re-styled their pool hair for the rose ceremony and Corinne fake laughed, ate a rose and desperately scratched at her eye boogers as they waited.

Roses go to:

Raven - Yeah girl
Taylor - It's about to get real
Whitney - Who?
Danielle M. - There's probably only room for one at this point

Time to say goodbye to Christen and Brittany. Christen just really wanted this to be it. Brittany. Cute, tiny little Brittany thinks she's never gonna find love. Oh, sweetie, you're about to have to change your number. Every man in America saw your tight bootay in those fig leaves.

And they're off. Time to travel. First stop: Waukesha, Wisconsin. Home of Nick Viall. Our Bachelor sits with his parents and talks and cries (again) over frappuccino in nondescript coffee cups. Dad tells him enough is enough with reality TV. After an awkward giggle at dad's lame joke, it's time for mister mushy pants to run to the park, pick a date, and paint the town red. Or with this group, paint the town denim.

Danielle L. gets chosen for the first one-on-one date. Nick pulls through for my fantasy bracket and tells of his $12 jump in the unnamed not-so-clean river. He explains about his romps in the library. I presume they were in the paleontology corner reading Ross Geller's doctoral dissertation.

And as if that weren't charming enough, he takes his date to the local sweet shop to buy her some creepy cookies made in his likeness (sortof). Then Danielle makes a Jesus cookie and Nick makes a Chris Harrison cookie. What happened after that, I shall not relive (monkey covering its eyes emoji - and I don't mean the googly eyes Nick made at the ex during the awkward encounter).

I'm really glad Nick clarified that he didn't take her to the "exact spot" because, in his words, "that would be weird." Yeah, whew. Glad it didn't get weird or anything. Talking about past grassy field encounters is never awkward.

But he recovered with a quaint little bar and some QT. The pleather couch, its bullets, and one plunging neckline were enough for my girl Danielle to earn a rose. They then head over to a concert from a dude I kinda sorta know. It was romantic-ish. Dancing in front of a group of people, half of which may or may not be there to see them. But fun, nonetheless.

Date card:  "Rachel, Alexis, Vanessa, Jasmine, Jaimi, Sarah, Whitney, Kristina, Astrid, Taylor, Josephine, omg it's me, Corinne - say cheese." Dang it. My bracket.

The group lands on a dairy farm. Ok, I'm no genius but already this seems like the date that might break some of them. Some girls just can't handle the aroma of cow piles. For instance, Corinne. She'd rather be in a spa with Raquel while being fed a chicken taco. While she shows Nick a taco of a different hue.

But the other girls are seemingly becoming one with nature. Cow nature, that is. Rachel may not be feeling it, but Josephine brought her best Tori Spelling (BH 90210 days) vibe and is going with it. Corinne wishes Raquel was there to fondle the udders for her. I would like to have dinner with Raquel, feed her a couple of margaritas and see what she really thinks about the girl she nannies for. Jaimi doesn't need Raquel, though. She knows exactly what to do with those teets.

You might wanna screenshot this next statement because it'll most likely never come out of my mouth again. The poop scooping, I agree with Corinne. Nick! Why? Just WHY? I'm sorry, call me princess if you must, but no. Just h-e-double-hockey-sticks NO. I'm OUT on the poop scooping. Unless you want to see me vomit. And my closest pals could tell you that it would most definitely happen.

The girls finally get to trade in the "poopy" for a less smelly scene. And Corinne is finally free of her hand... wait for it... situation. Someone please enhance her vocabulary. Make her say a big word and use it in a sentence, please. And I must go on record and say that she is not immature. I repeat, she is NOT immature. I mean do you call THIS immature?


Well? Is it? What do you think, Chris Harrison?

Sarah takes one for the team and quizzes Corinne about the tough stuff. 

Sarah: Do you think you're genuinely ready to marry a 36 year old man? I know you'll say I do but I wanna hear from you why you think that because right now I don't see that. I see a purple bouncy pink house and I don't see you meeting his maturity level. And I've tried to tell you, "we're gonna stay up this rose ceremony, we're not gonna go to sleep..." And I would love to hear from you.
Corinne: I know that you were really ticked about my nappy nap. I didn't mean to offend anyone by my situation. I'M SORRY. FOR SLEEPING. GUYS. I need my Zees.
Sarah: (eye roll)
Michelle: Shut your face hole.
Corinne: C'mon. MJ took naps. Abraham Lincoln took naps. Chuck E. Cheese takes naps. Peel back my corn layers and see how luxurious my pellets are. I'm a juicy corn on the cob. Nick needs corn in his life.
Sarah: Your mom takes naps.
Michelle: Your face takes naps.
Corinne: But yeah, age has nothing to do with it. I'm absolutely ready to go to city hall with Nick and find a jumpstus of the peas. Does that mean black eyed peas? I love Fergie.
Taylor: I don't think she was talking about age, she was talking about maturity.
Corinne: Age like the number sign? That's called a hashtag. GUYS! Like, duh.
Sarah: I just genuinely wanna know. Because I Iiterally stepped through cow bleep to be here.
Corinne: I would step in poopy too but I had a serious situation guys. I literally lost circulation in my fingers and almost had to go to the hospital. So gimme a break. Have sympathy on my hypothetical surgery and my pretend circulation problems. It's a real situation!
Michelle: You just used the word literally wrong.
All the girls: Why is she so dumb.
Corinne: Let's just move on. Nobody gets me. Except Raquel. She knows me. She knows exactly how I like my cheesy pasta and cucumber bites.

Rachel steals Nick away to share some slobbery conversation. The tiny (and slightly) Russian takes her turn quizzing poopy nanny girl. But Corinne wasn't having it because her "very serious medical condition" is just too much right now. She's ready to fight for a fiancĂ©, not a pickle. Those two are the same, so I understand the comparison. Despite acting the victim and playing hard-to-get, and especially having her first adult conversation, she doesn't get the rose. Kristina does. I predict a one-on-one for her next week.

Arkansas' own little country girl gets the final one-one-one in the land of the dairy. "Raven, let's kick it. Nick"

Nick takes her straight to the soccer fields to meet little sister Bella... and the parents! No pressure or anything. Raven is interested to know if he needed a lot of spankings as a child. I'm just gonna leave that right there. Next stop - skating rink. She's either a pro on roller skates or they only showed us one booty buster. Regardless, it was a sweet date. She got her some sugar on the rink. You go girl!

Off to the museum they go. Wowzers, that dress. Raven came to play. And she knows how to use a stiletto on a cheating doctor! Again, you go girl! Kinda hope that doctor gets his junk tangled up in a barbed wire fence. Thankfully he's history and now she has a new roller blade partner for life... or at least for now. I love her. Nick, if you hurt her, I'm gonna kick you right in your skinny jeans!

The ex must cry in his stupid doctor Cheerios when he sees this...

Rose ceremony time at some super dope bonfire situation. Yeah, it's a situation. Guess what, y'all. Corinne learned a new big word - attitudey. She also used it in a sentence.

Danielle steals him first which rubs Taylor the wrong way. But then again, what doesn't? So Taylor gets her revenge by interrupting their conversation after eavesdropping just long enough to make Nick so nervous he may or may not have unraveled his ankle socks. All while Corinne and Josephine scarf down chicken nuggets and discuss how gross Taylor is. Josephine tries to comfort Corinne and gently tells her to chew her food. Back off Josephine, you could never be Raquel.

The feud continues as the two at odds snuggle underneath a blanket by the super dope bonfire. Things were said. Things went over people's heads. Things were explained. Things still went over people's heads. Grammar rules were murdered. Multi-Million dollar companies were brought up by people who don't run them. But helloooo, Corinne used the word literally in its proper sense. So there's that.

If this show doesn't stop ending episodes before the rose ceremony, I'm going to literally stress-eat a bag of powdered donuts.

Next week. Screams? Cat fights? Yoga? Mud masks? ALLIGATORS?? I feel my adrenaline amping up already.

This week they leave us, once again, with the one I assume to be the funniest in the house. Yep, you got it. Birthday boobs, herself. She loves dolphins but is terrified of Nick Cage and aliens. Ha! Haha! Stop it, sister. It just keeps getting better. I wanna hang out.

Until next week, my lovelies!