It's officially over.
The Simple Life is no more.
HUNTER AND PARIS TOTALLY DID IT. Well not did it...per say. But they sucked face and totally wanted to do it. But come on. Hunter Cross is a sex kitten. Despite the fact that he is a sex kitten for money. By which I mean he is a model. Not a man whore.
In order to deal with my PSLD (post Simple Life depression), I was forced to tune into Rock of Live with Bret Michaels on VH1. Despite the fact that he rocked hard when I was rocking Little Mermaid sheets, I must admit, I understand his allure.
Although this was only the second time I have watched this show, I am prettyyy disappointed about the fact that I tuned in just in time to see the appropriately named, Rodeo, get sent home "to see her baby boy."
WHATEV BRET. Everyone knows you wanted Rodeo. I mean...you cried when you sent her home. Rock stars don't cry. Unless they're in love with a super-toned southern chick named Rodeo. Yessir. Idiot.
Lame.
And on that note, I miss Stephen Colletti. And the first season of Laguna Beach. Lauren and Stephen. Kristin and Stephen......AMY AND STEPHEN. Yeah. It could have happened. They just didn't film long enough.
P.S. I hope Hogan Knows Best never gets canceled. I assume none of them will be knocked up or incarcerated any time soon.
2 comments:
haha, but arn't you depressed poor Brandi C. and Rodeo got the boot!
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