The next morning Rima calls her ex-boyfriend, the one she dumped to come on the show. She wants to cry on his shoulder. He doesn’t care.
You know he’s hitting some strange on the reg.
She ends the convo by hanging up on him. Fallen and the rest are talking about Rima biting Christina and as Fallen says, she bit that thing like it was a chicken leg.
Rima meanwhile decides to get drunk and cry on Fallen’s shoulder, outside in broad daylight. She snots and whines and blubbers and Fallen consoles her. This pissed Mobama off.
Later that night, the girls are getting ready to go out and Blondie thinks everything is lollypops and gumdrops.
Once at The Pink Kitty all seems well. Then this guy shows up.
I’d do him.
He tells the twattles that he notices they like to dance a lot and they are always looking to bring more peeps in. Would they be interested in dancing and doing a big promo for the BGC? Everyone is thrilled except for SourPuss J-Bloat.
The next day the girls head off to meet a choreographer. Again everyone is excited to meet Victoria the choreographer except J-Bloat. Vic tells them they are gonna hit it hard and it’ll be hip hop girly stuff. J-Bloat wants no part of it and looks as awkward as all hell.
I’m not doing it and you can’t make me! (STOMP!)
Vic tries to put her in an easier situation but J-Bloat isn’t having it so Vic tells her she’s wasting her time and J-Bloat stomps out to cry about being the fattest girl there and wah wah wah.
Of course in J-Bloat’s mind that makes the instructor a big “douche rocket”. She whines some more about being thick and picked on all her life and she’s uncomfortable so suck it.
The other girls follow her out to try to talk her into it but Mobama tries to “keep it 100″ as her friend and tells her she was rude to the instructor. They talk her snotty ass into trying again.On the way home J-Bloat tells Mobama that when she gets upset about stupid shit, she doesn’t belittle her and what Mobama said to her today really bothered her.
They keep snapping at each other and I see a big rift forming between the two.
Back at the house, J-Bloat is ratting out Mobama to Fallen about some shit that was said weeks ago. Fallen thinks that Mobama is just jealous and a hater. The rift widens.
Suddenly we hear a fart and then giggles and then we hear Blondie say she just peed her pants. And the floor.
Incontinence is rampant in this house.
The girls are off to hit the town again. Hopefully, Blondie washed her cooter. Everyone seems to be having fun. J-Bloat is even dancing although she swears she can’t. And when I say dancing I mean it looks like she’s trying to stand up during a hurricane. Mobama has a stank face and then we see this dude.
I’d rather call him Bubba J. and if any of you are Jeff Dunham fans you’ll get that.
Rima is instantly attracted to him and almost creams herself when he tells her he is a giant asshole. Seems she likes that in a man. They grind up on each other, exchange phone numbers. At the end of the night he tells her she better not forget his number.
How gallant, and cheesy.
Back at home, Rima is bragging about her catch of the day but someone shouts out that he had pit stains through his jacket. Rima is all, eeeeeew. Let me get this straight, being a giant asshole is ok but sweating is a no no?