rocky dennis is back from kathmandu, viv's carrying twins and moira is the beejmaster.

 

 

hey pretty girls and pig whisperers!

time for another AHS recap!

 

 

this episode managed to delight and creep.

equally.

 

right off the bat burny and constance are seated around a fire only he's not burny yet, he's just larry and he is a pussy.

constance is upset bc the authorities want to charge her with child neglect or something.

larry's like...no my darling i will do anything for you.

and constance is like, well then, umm...do it!!

 

larry walks upstairs into the attic and there we see the "child" constance is refering to..

 and it's none other than 'rocky' from mask.

only now he goes by 'beau' and he's chained up in the attic.

he seems super nice.

 

but sadly his ball playing skills and winning smile can't save him from larry's suffocating murder pillow.

 

what an asshole.

 

meanwhile..

viv and ben are at the doctor where they find out they are having twins.

yay!!

i think one will be chocolate flavored.

and the other one will be made out of rubber.

either that or they will just be the olsen twins.

 

later viv and the real estate lady are showing the house to some "greasy" armenian/persian.

he wants to buy it bc moira is making googly eyes at him.

and as we all know men only see moira as a super hot redheaded slut maid.

he is picking up what she's putting down, bigtime.

 

 

next in walks burny all pissed off and eating up all the 'open house' food and chardonnay.

he pretends to be interested in buying the house.

 

soon after viv's upstairs with some candles and mood music.

and you know what that means!!!

time to clean!

 

just kidding.

time to beat the beaver.

polish the pearl.

check for squirrels.

juice the clam.

 

she fantasizes about chocolate sundae. (duh)

and her husband. (meh)

and rubber suit. (maybe)

each of them pounding her into ecstacy.

but now it appears rubber suit guy might have a knifedick and clearly this hurts.

game over.

 

 

cut to tate and vi and gross teenager shit.

 

then it's dinner time.

ben, viv and vi are having a tense family dinner discussing life.

viv tells ben that a persian/armenian is interested in buying the house as was "some burn faced guy"..

 

next day persian/armenian is back bc he "can't get the house out of his mind".

"house" being moira.

she says come with me so i can show your penis the inside of my mouth.

which is slut-maid talk for "show you the rest of the house".

he, of course, does.

and she proceeds to give him the beej of his life.

 

then we see old moira emerging from the bedroom wiping some jizz off her chin.

 

persmenian bumps into ben in the hall and says he plans to tear the house down and build condos or some shit.

 

ben gives no fucks about this news.

 

he heads over to burny's to tell him to stop being so weird and stuff.

and that he's done a little research and apparently burny never burned up his whole family.

they burned themselves up bc they were sad that their dad was such a douche.

 

cut to dinner at burny's with his sad wife where he proceeds to crush her heart with the "i love constance" bit.

"she's as exciting as a house on fire", he says. 

just kidding.

he doesn't say that.

he should have though.

then it would have been more awesome when he walked in on his wife and children on fire.

 

cut back to ben

 throwing his cigarette onto burny's floor.

like a badass..

he said, "game over".

 

 

next up we seen viv and the real estate lady on the murder house tour.

the only purpose for this bit is so the tour guide can finally get to the story of charles and nora and the frankenbabie in a big ol flashback scene.

 

charles comes in to tell nora that she shouldn't be so sad anymore..

their beloved thaddeus (worst name for a baby ever)

is very much alive and upstairs in the crib.

you can see the moment of delusion and hope land on nora's face.

she slowly walks upstairs into thad's room and pulls back the sheet covering what is surely a horrific looking pig baby..

only there is nothing there.

nora turns around to see thaddeus on the floor with a look of shock on her face but also a look of..hmm..

well....maybe this could work.

a few moments later she comes downstairs to tell charles what a genius he is.

and that little thad didn't take to nursing too well.

instead he ate her finger off.

she hugs charles into her bloody chest and then blows his brains out,

and then blows a hole through the back of her own head.

only guess what..

little thaddeus is still alive up there gnawing on a finger.

 

later,

constance finds out that the persian wants to tear down the house.

constance isn't happy about this bc that means all of her dead relatives and friends could be gone forever.

so she pays a visit to the armenian and he essentially tells her to fuck off.

 

telling constance to fuck off is like telling a murderer to stop murdering.

 

what happens next is not very awesome to watch if you're a guy.

constance tells moira that if the house falls to the ground so might she so the two of them hatch a plan

and bump fists.

not really.

 

the plan is this..

moira gives the persmenian a beej with teeth.

not grazing teeth.

eat-it-right-the-hell-off teeth.

so she does and then burny steps in to throw a bag over his head and suffocates his ass.

he is the best suffocater.

 

and just like that, crisis averted.

if he weren't dead he would be saying..

"and i would have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling ghosts"

 

we end the night with viv and vi in the teen lair of doom

where the two of them are looking at old pictures that tate found in the attic.

viv recognizes nora as the crazy woman who came into the house a few weeks back.

 cue creepy music.

the end.

 

let's hear it...

 

a new week full of hope + AHS recapping

 

 it's monday!

a new week ya'll!

a week of possibilities and a chance encounter of a 3 way with the dudes from immortals.

not really.  but maybe really. anything's possible with a positive attitude!

 

our family is on the road to wellness so i am in a particularly good mood today.

also though i don't encourage the stomach virus diet it is a great way to lose a quick 5-10 lbs.

in my case it was 8.

there is none of that pesky hunger and cravings bullshit...just straight up nausea for 2 solid weeks.

 

so if anyone wants me to suck on a lollipop and send it to you in the mail just say the word!

it's all the rage right now.

 

now..

onto why you are here.

american horror story recaps!

 

things i learned:

cam hates pigs.

 pregnant women should eat brains.

and i can totally get a psychic off of craigslist. 

 and

there is no way in hell you would find me inside of anyone's bathroom let alone the MURDER house bathroom (sidenote- i don't believe for one second that a guy who knows every single urban legend horror story wouldn't be abreast of the fact that his sexy therapist held his practice inside murder house usa. not one second)

anyway...no way in hell i would play "here piggy pig pig" with the lights out in that GD bathroom.

or any bathroom. unless i was 12.

and that's only bc at 12 your head is usually pretty far up your own ass and therefore blinded by such pig person murderer realities.

 

also if jessica lange doesn't win an emmy i will Occupy the Red Carpet.

 

ok so..let's recap..

 

a very uneasy episode this week, eh?

 

the whole columbine parallel was a little too much, even for me.

on the one hand i thought,

some disturbed, emotionally immature teenager is gonna be like...yeah..kill my school!!

i was torn..

bc on the other hand that made for some real fucking scary shit.

too scary maybe.

the pee on the floor bit was just not ok.

 

but for our purpose of wanting this show to be as scary as possible...

 

this week disturbed the ever loving diarrhea out of me. 

 

so WIN!

 

 during the whole shootout scene i was like...that tate asshole!!!!!!

 

but then when he was sad and apparently in denial about what he had done i was like..

awww... poor little tater tot.

 

talk about mind games, ryan murphy you slut!

 

speaking of teen sluts..

finally violet uses her smarts and utilizes panic google to find out that zombie glee kids weren't actually in halloween costumes picking on her boyfriend.

nope..they were ghosts!

and so is her boyfriend.

surprise..

you did it with a ghost.

lucky you.

all demi got was some soft core pottery sessions.

 

 

once violet realizes her life is over she walks downstairs calling for her mommy only to find jessica at the table smoking cigarettes.

jessica lange at this point could give 3000 fucks about violet's problems.

she just needs tate to stay put at murder house.

she tells violet to come over to her house bc she has something to show her.

and that something is a sexy craigslist psychic medium.

as if.

both jessica and puffy lips medium (new rap name!) are all..

listen, you need to understand you have been chosen.

the ghosts have chose your ass, be one with it and all will be well.

at this point there is some old lady grandma ghost memory and violet freaks out and leaves.

 

 

up next vivian is rubbing her demon hooved baby belly in a dream.

when she wakes up she's scared and presses the rent-a-cop button (where can i get one of these please? while were at it a rent-a-doctor would save me A LOT of panic google time)

and then poof!  

there is hot chocolate all up in her face with the eyes and the smile and the skin and the uniform and the muscles.

she is ready to maybe make out with him when her deadbeat husband walks in and cock blocks everything.

 

she is visibly disappointed.

 

but she then proceeds to tell him that she is disgusted by his face and that after his last session of the day he better leave so she can have alone time with her sexy thoughts, basically.

 

 after this we see derek aka cam from modern family talking about how he's scared of every urban legend out there..

like pigs who murder you when you call them in a mirror.

i had never heard of this one before.

 

eric stonestreet was amazing.

he officially creeped me and endeared me.

 

ben tells derek he needs to go home and practice saying it the mirror and the only way he will grow and get over his fear is if he can get through it.

without getting slaughtered obvs.

bc if he got slaughtered by a pig man, well then..not such a life milestone.

 

 

back in the kitchen..

viv recieves a big ol package of raw organs from constance.

she tells cock-eyed moira to cook it all up with some buttersauce.

bc pregnant ladies need to eat shit like that.

and much to viv's surprise it is super delicious!

 

 

 meanwhile..

violet being the ignorant asshole teenager that she is decides the best way to handle her ghost situation is to cut her arm up with a razor blade and take some pills.

 

tate to the rescue again!

he gagged that bitch and gave her a nice hot shower.

 

 

some shit happens.

more shit happens..

ghost in the shower..

violet goes to the school and asks about tate..

moira gets sort of fired..

viv eats a brain..

WAAAIT!!!

fuckmeinmyfacesheeatsafreshjuicybloodsoakedbrain!

like mainlines it!

so

so

so

grawesome!

(gross + awesome)

 

then viv goes to see the baby tech that passed out at the contents of her uterus.

in a church bc it was her safeplace.

where she tries rather pathetically to convince viv that her baby has hooves and a tail.

i mean come on...who's gonna believe a crazy fucker like that.

 

if i were the tech here's what would have gone down..

 

me the tech: ok, let's have a look here inside your belly (smiles warmly)

viv: ok this is so exciting.

me the tech: (talking to self) let..me..just..get a little of this..cold..goop..on..THERE...ok..

HOLYFUCKINGMOTHEROFASS!!

do you see this shit?

what the hell?

(turns monitor around to show viv)

viv: HOLYFUCKINGMOTHEROFASS!!!

WHAT IS THAT!?!?!?

and scene.

 

so anyway..

the tech is obviously a lunatic so anything that she says is not credible in viv's mind.

obviously my way just doesn't create good tv tension.

ok.

so we still aren't sure what's going on in there.

 

over in cam's bathroom we see him about to overcome his fear of being murdered by a pig headed monster..

unfortunately for him there is a robber in his tub shower who clearly doesn't like to be called a pig.

and then kablammo..

bullet into cam's forehead.

 

and in the emmy winning moment of the night..

constance and her CL medium communicating with addie.

constance tells her dead daughter how pretty she was and stuff and it was sad.

 

more stuff happens..

tate get's blown to bits by a swat team..

 

tate and violet spoon and it's over.

the end.

 

any revelations this week?

here's something..

the frankenbaby that the doctor was sewing together had hooves..

right?

so what if that baby is the baby inside of viv?

it's a total ghost baby frankenpig!

 

 

 

AHS and a winner!

good day to you!

i just had my moop (morning poop)

and am ready for business!

 

sooo...

the true random winner of the great black leather bag giveaway of 2008-2011 (factual times)

is trisha! 

 

trisha contact aunt MFAMB with the specifics for bag delivery 2011.

 

ok...

moving on to the 2nd most important matter of the day..

american horror sto-shut your filthy baby limb stuffed mouth!

if you are not watching this show i can only assume it's bc scary shit scares you.

perhaps watching scary shit makes you hallucinate in hotel rooms?

perhpas despite hallucinations you still watch it bc you're dumb.

 

 

ok everyone..go grab your pretty girl masks!!

 

let me start off by saying that several times during this week's episode i was laughing.

not bc any of that shit was funny.

bc i was so uncomfortable and scared that my nerves decided that laughing would trick my brain into

believing none of it was real.

i think it's called nervous laughter and i am pretty sure that when it happens to you you are not even aware that it's happening so you obviously can't control it.

 

this episode opens with zachary quinto gaying it up with a guy who looks exactly like that true blood guy.

zack's all.."you need to get prettier apples (i can totally relate here) for the apple bobbing portion of our halloween party bc elle decor might come by to take pictures you douchenstein!"

true blood is all, "why don't you eat my dick anymore? (mike can totally relate here)"

then black suit guy comes in and snaps zack's neck under the apple bobbing water surrounded by ugly gala apples (so ugly!).

then true blood comes in and sees what's up and then we don't find out what happens to him.

i suspect he gave black suit guy a beej right before black suit guy snapped him like a twig.

 

 

cut to present day and viv and ben are talking to bitchy real estate lady.

she's telling them in order to sell the house they need to glam it up just like some dead gays would do.

she happens to know a (dead gay) fluffer.

now to my mind a fluffer is the person (male or female) who comes on the porn set and get's all the dude's weiners hard.

viv is under the same impression, you can see it in her eyes.

at the end of the day i guess a fluffer is just someone who makes shit more better.

mom's are fluffers. 

i am now, officially, a fluffer.

 

at this point i am aware that the real estate lady is probably just one of the many ghosts on board this ship.

mike thinks they're all dead.

i think if that's the case i will personally kill every single person responsible for this show and then everyone will be a ghost.

 

 

 

next we see addie talking to jessica's sort of hot boyfriend.

he is being sweet and a little flirty with her, bc he seems like a nice fellow.

who is obviously riding jess for some gas money.

addie is telling him in whispers what she wants to be for halloween.

once he leaves for some pall mall's for jess, 

she tells jess that she wants to be a pretty girl for halloween.

jess is all,

fuck no you're gonna be snoopy again.

then addie cries.."noooo i wanna beee a priiittttyyyy guuuuhl!!!"

and jess is all..

you can't be pretty bc you're retarded.

so mean.

 

 

across the street the gays show up at ben and viv's to fluff the house for halloween.

zack explains that the gazebo is too extreme home makeover for him and it needs to be ripped out.

ben is obviously getting nervous bc he buried his dead girlfriend under it.

zack asks ben if he made it at which point ben cuts his hand on his pumpkin carving knife.

true blood guy tells everyone he is an EMT (Expert Meat Toucher) and takes ben upstairs to touch his meat

 stitch up his hand.

ben tells meat toucher that he is not gay.

meat toucher says he wasn't either until he had the fantastic pleaure of man mouth on his man meat.

and i am sad bc i want to see this touching of meat between 2 men.

and you are either a straight man or you are lying if you didn't want to see this go down (awesome pun) too.

 

 

back across the street jess comes into addie's room with a big fucking scary mask head of a pretty girl's face (nervous laughter) for addie to put over her own face.

serioulsy this shit is way scarier than the black suit guy or the basement baby.

 

 

meanwhile ben and viv are having a discussion about ben's girlfriend.

viv found out through text message tracing (thanks zack!) that ben was still communicating with his girlfriend.

ben assures viv that she won't be bothering them again.

bc she's dead, duh.

but then (nervous laughter) the phone rings.

SURPRISE BEN!!!

it's your dead girlfriend buried in the back yard!!

 

downstairs the gay's are getting antsy over the apples not being right...AGAIN!!!

zack is all.."GO TO THE FUCKING FARMER'S MARKET AND GET THE RIGHT GODDAMN APPLES!!"

(right?  thank you.)

viv is like.."you two need to get out of my house!"

gay's are all.."it's not your house"

viv and ben are all.."what r u talking about?  it is our house! and you need to exit it immediately!!"

break shit break shit break shit

this scares the gays the most.

they disappear.

 

viv starts having kicking pains.

problem is the baby is too small for legs.

 

hospital time!

 

you stay home violet and make sure the creepy dead gays don't murder you!

 

 

at the hospital viv is laying down getting ready for the ultrasound to ensure that her monster baby is ok.

the tech is all..your baby is the size of a peanut, it can't be kicking you!  you probably just have the farts (relate). 

then she passes out bc she obviously sees chucky inside there.

sadly we don't see shit.

 

cut to addie in her fucked up mask running after some stereotypical pretty girls out for tricks and treats into the street where BLAMMO! she gets annihilated by a car.

i'm gonna say that someone did this on purpose.

the ambulance shows up and tries to get her to the hospital but jessica runs out and sees addie's probably gonna die so she quickly oscar moments the EMT's (not Expert Meat Touchers, maybe) into leaving her alone so she can drag addie's twisted up body into the lawn of ben and viv's house.

did you notice that part?

or do i get the smart award of the day?

see if she didn't die in or near the house she couldn't be a ghost in or near the house.

 

 

and then in the sadest moment of the night old moira goes into a nursing home to pull the plug on her obviously close to death mother. 

then mom is all, "come with me baby"...(sniff sniff)

and moira's all..."blerrrgl gllerrb(tear vomit) i caaaaaannnn'ttttt!!!!"

 

 

 

 

back at home violet is frantically calling her parents bc burn face guy is knocking on the door demanding his money from ben for killing ben's girlfriend.

here at casa anderson we believe that burn face guy is ben's alter ego ala tyler durden.

and that burn face guy didn't do the girlfriend murdering, ben did.

but then that wouldn't explain why he is knocking on the door and violet can see him.

fuck!  this show is hardd!!

 

anyway...ben and viv pull up and violet is gone.

 

then someone knocks on the door.

ben answers it and it's his now zombie girlfriend full of dust and smiles.

 

the fucking end.

 

 

 

 things i forgot to mention:

*tate in the basement in the rubber suit trying to do sex with violet.

*tate doesn't know how to use a ouija board. you don't ask it a question and then tell a goddamn story.

*we find out the the original owners of the house (charles and norah)use to run abortions on young, in trouble girls in the basement of the house.

*one of the girls' byfriends found out and basically snatched charles and norah's baby in an "eye for an eye" moment.

*the police later returned the chopped up baby parts to charles and norah, thus launching the first build-a-bear for babies workshop. 

 

questions for discussion:

1. who is in the rubber suit?

my guess is it's whoever you want it to be.

for me it's robert pattinson.

 

2. how did the gays corpses end up in the basement?

who took them there?

rubber dude?

 

3. what is the baby's PROBLEM??

 

what else am i missing?

 

discuss...

 

 

 

 

tiny turds

well the turds decorate some fuckin garden sheds masquerading as garden sheds this week.

 

according to tanika this shit is the wave of the future..

or

"a hot new movement (bowel movement) of people living simply (with their dogs in a doghouse)"

 

why is this a thing?

are you all aware of this "movement"?

i was not aware of this movement.

i want no part of this movement.

this reeks of hipster patchouli.

 

i think having a garden shed in your backyard that you convert into an office or private retreat is great..

but to make it the place that you live full time says to me that you are living your life as a dickhead who probably wears old timey hats and pulls your jeans up to your ribs..

 

but whatever...

you still gotta git'er done.

 

as expected mark's boner grew 3 sizes that day when he walked into the shed made of wood..

 

once inside the tiny house the turds have 30 minutes to plan the space.

they are each given a "celebrity carpenter"..

 

here are the turds' reactions to the news..

 

tanika: you know him from hgtv...(no i don't)....it's chip waaaayne!"

meg: "annnnnnh hhhhhaaaannnnn....eat him!"

 

tanika: "you know her from hgtv..(no i don't)...carmendelalapaloooya"

mark: "i wish i had my hat on"

 

tanika: "you know him from hgtv..(really, i don't know him or any of them)...mark barkeloooou!!!"

karl: "my penis is tucked into my butt."

 

 

once they go over the plan with the carpenter they are off to shop.

 

karl is thinking ottomans for their versatility..

"hahahahaaa ha ha ha aaaa OTTOMANS!!!"

 

ottomans. versatile. 

 


meg is like so amazed by the awesome decorating power of a rake head turned into a thing that's not really a rake..

if you like this you need to punch yourself in the face.

 

 i'm...

 

shitting...

 

myyiy..

 

 pahnts!!!!

 

 

mark is buying belts..

 

 

 "get ready for my signature wall art made out of dumb things that no one likes.

 

and a new hat.."


 

more ridiculously time crunched scrambling ensues..

 

then the sweaty turds gather on the lawn..

for the 2nd part of the their 2 part camera challenge...

 

the walk through where

meg finally reveals her pregnancy..

 

time for judging.

 

 yaaaaaaaaay!!!!

big bird is back!!

she is using her sense of smell and taste instead of eye judging.

 

here's karl's doghouse...

nothing says creepy like karl standing next to a clock that reads 10:10...or just karl standing.

 

 

meg's..

 

mark's..

 

wh'uck??

 

for that split second when i imagine that i get to participate in the challenge, right before i punch myself in the vagina, 

what popped into my mind was that NY times article last year about the college student who

decorated the shit out of his dorm room..

 

 

stuff stuff stufffff!!

layers, rugs, textiles, furniture..

why do the turds always have to build shit?

no one in regular life is building shit.

 

nothing they ever do looks finished.

nevermind it looking good.

it just doesn't looked decorated.

i decorated my closet/clubhouse when i was 9 better than this and i had to work with blue carpet.

 

(i just high fived my cat) 

 

anyway..

mark got sent home for his dumb belts and stripes walls.

 

now everyone go and punch yourself in the left eye.

 

design turd recap for your face

ummmm...

uhhh.

wow.

haha uhhhh....

let's see....where do i..begin..

 

the turds are kitchen designers this week.

 

there..

i'll start there.

no wait..dreeeeam kitchen designers.

 

yet oddly enough the finished products were um...oh...i don't know..uhhh...fuglarious?

 

they worked in pairs again.

here's a pair:

"here's to sucking!!"

 

 

once the pairs pulled a kitchen layout out of a magic folder they then picked a teapot to inspire their design..

magical inspirational teapots of imagination

 

if it were me i would first smash all the teapots on the floor..

 then i would totes go traditional but i would do euro modern traditional and melt everyone's fucking face off.

 

but no one did anything good at all. 

no one.

at all.

 

 

first of all they got the worst advice ever from king bromstad of colorwheel..

"a kitchen should be vibrant and full of energy."

 ok that's just a fucking opinion king colordong.

 

i say a kitchen should just function practically and be real fucking pretty.

 

anyway..

 

everyone seems to think that green is the most awesome color choice for their kitchen walls..

 

 

but then karl is all..wait...fuck a JUST GREEN KITCHEN!

LET'SADDSOMEORRRRANGEBITCH!!!!

 

because it's so stylish and vibrant and energized to have all the walls different fucking colors of course!

 

 

or as he likes to call it..

 

no really, that's exactly what he called it.

 

 

and cathy don't give a shit..

 

with her cleveland eyes..

"so long as i can style the shit out of it ya'll karl can paint it any colors he wants"

 

 

 kellie is sad that mark won't finish the tile backsplash that she picked out..

 

day 1

 

 day 2.

 

day 3.

 

 "tiling makes me sleepy."


 

meg puts up a peg board of pots and pans..

 meg board

 

"paaahhhhhts"

 

 

tyler shows us that you only need a little bit of backsplash in the kitchen..

global green tiles  

 

 cathy styled it all up like a grocery store..

there was a bowl full of horseraddish (appropriate) and cucumbers (not appropriate)

and a full on bread station.

 

 emily were you stroking out at this point?

 

then came the dreaded camera challenges.

and i say dreaded for me,

BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE WATCHING IT.

 

cathy is so good at the camera challenges bc she speaks into the camera like a robot camera horse that can deliver all the appropriate camera challenge information for the camera.

"here, eat this imaginary apple as your reward!"

 

"nomnomnom neeeigh!!"

 

everyone else sucked.

 

time for judging!!

 

welcome this week's judge!

it's paula deen ya'll!

and that means it's time for my side project..

CeLeBrity FraGRanceS!

 

the paula deen edition.

 

it's called: butt her

scent: butter, butterscotch, scotch, menthols, tugboat steam, french country, aqua net, finger sandwiches,

shrimp shells and benicar

 

paula pretty much hates everything.

and why wouldn't she?

 

first up:

GLOBAL!!

nothing says global like cork floors, a zebra rug, a live edge table and a liberace goes to india piano bench!

 

FARMHOUSE:

nothing says farmhouse like industrial pendants!

 

INDUSTRIAL:

nothing says industrial like dark cabinets, a red wall, his friend yellow wall, and mid century stools!

 

CONTEMPORARY:
nothing says contemporary like buffalo wings and celery sticks!

 

 

the winner of this week's design challege was cathy with her barnload of info delivery in under 60 seconds..

way to go cathy!

"yyyeeeeaah!!!"

 

"i mean neeeeiiigghh!!!!"

 

 

the loser this week was tyler..

 

sorry tyler, there's only room for one gaysian on hgtv...

 

 

 

design star recap- LOL 4EVER!!

i cannot be responsible for the outcome of this post.

last time i checked it was 104 degrees inside my air conditioned house.

the nutella is on lock down (just kidding it's gone).

my underarms smell like onions.

and i don't know how much longer my kid is going to be ok with doing puzzles on the floor.

we gots'to make this quick..

 

this week the turds are on the jersey shore..

the jersey shore

 

standing in front of a B&B owned by someone named mr. and mrs. semen


 the semens need a little redecorating and decide to enlist the turds to decorate since it's pretty much going to be for free.  smart thinking semens!  maybe. 

 

the semens

 

 

cathy and kevin are a team...OR ARE THEY???

once again chompers doesn't want to do any of the work, just wants to shop for all the furniture and wants to eat some apples alone in her design paddock.

 

meanwhile kevin stays back and ruins a perfectly good floor..

kevin, to my mind taking on something like white washing a floor when you've never ever done it is sort of putting the cart before the horse...right?

 

"neeeigh!"

 

that means yes!

 

 

meanwhile karl, meg and mark can't agree on anything..

"i already played my mosaic card...what now what now!!? life is so hard sometimes"

 

 just when you think for sure these 3 are gonna lose..

they find a store with some cute shit in it and a design is born..

look closely...inspiration is happening.

 

 

 leslie hangs some doormats..

 

brett gets a cute chair..

 

 

kevin passive agressively tells cathy to fuck off..

 cathy don't give a shit.

 

meg buys some ugly fabric..

 

 

karl makes some stupid dumb mural moulding of the seashore..

seashore mural of dumbness

 

 

cathy hates life and kevin.. 

 

 

mark is making a rope ladder..

 

"if i close my eyes and think of the sea shore i see ropes"

 

 

"when i close MY eyes i see kevin hanging from that rope....and emmy's....and hay"

 


bret is losing..

no really.  he loses.

 

 

day 3.

the day of the bromstad.

as in on camera tip day.

as in i don't care day.

as in this is the worst part of this show.

as in i feel like this shit should be done in private.

as in it's like watching your grandma get a pap smear.

 

 

day 3.5

judgement day.

vern and genevieve show up.

tanannkiaa introduces the guest judge..

kathy ireland..

 

 since you all know my side job is designing frangrances for celebrities, i feel like now would be a great time to introduce kathy ireland's new frangrance..

it's called: swim meat

scent: chlorine, mission oak, 20% cotton- 87% polyester, arts and crafts, steam, chicken strips, old lipstick, and daisies.

 

back to the judging..

kathy loves everything.

genevieve loves leslie's rugs.

vern loves sweaters.

 

collectively they all loved karl, mark and meg's room:

 

 

 

it was my favorite too.

and by favorite i mean the one that didn't make me want to blow shit up.

in its defense..

it was fun.

in its offensiveness..

it was still gimmicky.

 

in last place was bret and his headboard..

 whatever..

6 of one, a half dozen of the other.

6 vern sweaters is still the same as a half dozen candace leather cubes..

6 bromstad art installations, one half dozen antonio treatments.

 

 

turd love,