Here we are back for another trash-tastic episode of Gypsy Sisters.
Last week: Mellie a.k.a. Go-Go met up with her lover boy, Nettie and Kayla had a fight and Laura was there for about 15 minutes of screentime.
This episode opens up where we left off last week. Mellie is still having her fit and Nettie is still mad. Nettie interviews that Go-Go is acting possessed. Their mom is getting all upset. I’m not so sure about their mom, she seems nice, but I just get this feeling that she’s going to take off again.
Mellie interviews and I can’t even pay attention to what she’s saying because of the peanuts in her hand. It cracks me up and also makes me hungry. Kind of like when I watch the Biggest Loser while eating Little Debbie cakes. What a juicy contradiction.
I spy something shiny
Laura and her husband are going bowling. Cute cute. Also, I hear that Laura is from NC. HEY! Also, Mellie, please don’t come beat me up.
Any-who, Laura and her husband start talking about Kayla’s up coming anniversary. They’ve been married for 15 years. Kayla said they got married at 15. So that means she’s only 30? I hope I look good at 30.
Well aren’t we just traveling around the world of West Virginia this episode. Ladies and germs, I ask the you please keep your hands, legs and feet inside the vehicle at all times. We also ask that you refrain from taking flash photography as it may distract our performers. Thank you and have a magical day here at Disney World.
Wait, we’re not a Disney World. We’re at a pool hall. With Robbie and Go-Go. Apparently, I wished upon the wrong star.
Robbie keeps trying to talk to Go-Go but she is having none of that. She looks seriously disgusted, like he’s trying to offer her brussel sprouts or something. or sex. Finally she says she’s mad because he didn’t go see her mom when he said he would. Ru-roh. They play a game of pool and if she wins she doesn’t have to marry Robbie and if he wins, then she has to marry him. The game starts and Mellie just throws the balls around on the table. Now I’m not a national billard champion (actually I am, Billard Champ, 1978) but I’m pretty sure that’s not how you play pool. Also, I wasn’t alive in 1978.