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Aviva wants to talk about her father cheating on his young girlfriend with a MUCH younger girlfriend. Ramona jumps to George’s defense, starting shit with Aviva, yet again. I can’t figure out what’s up with Ramona, but girlfriend is pushing every single one of Aviva’s buttons and stepping on every single one of her cool silicone toes.
The next morning, the action moves to George’s place on the beach. Bitching and pissing people off must make one cold because Ramona won’t stop saying it. George is funny by saying the wind is going to rip off everyone’s swimsuit, which naturally turns the conversation to nude beaches. Of course, George has been and loves nude beaches because those are filled with lesbians, and he loves lesbians. I have the feeling that plenty of women would hit him if given the opportunity…would pay to have the opportunity…and the Hornysaurus would like it.
You’re in the Hornysaurus zone, baby.
Sonja gives the Hornysaurus grief for grabbing her ass the night before. He defends himself, because her ass is like ice cream. My, my, how the South Beach Diet has changed. He offers Sonja the opportunity for the kinkiest night of her life, which she is as interested in as Carole was in his squirting orgasm offer. He asks her if she’s ever slept with a friend’s father, which she hasn’t. This is getting to be too…umm…much. Is there a market for porn featuring people in their 80s? If so, the Hornysaurus, a self-proclaimed three-hour-man is your guy.
I’m gonna grab your curds and whey and squeeeeeeze.
The conversation gets to be a little too much for Sonja, so George moves on to Ramona, for whom the time between gulps of pinot is the only thing that’s too much. Ramona’s loving the attention more than Aviva’s loving Ramona’s blue swimsuit. When the action moves to the hot tub, George refuses to get in, musing about being erect. He drives everyone into the hot tub to avoid listening to him, including Aviva with her high heel leg. This brings momma bear out of hibernation again, much to Aviva’s irritation. Seems Ramona is inching closer and closer to Aviva’s last nerve, and girlfriend’s gonna get real about the blue Borat swimsuit.
Calm down everybody, it’s just an erection.
Back in New York, Pleather is having a nice date with her hubby at a caviar lounge. They seem really happy to be away from the drama, and Pleather doesn’t look at all upset about not being invited to Miami.
This is great, babe, but let’s wrap it up.
Back to Miami for their last night, the group attends an
orgy–stop it George–art event. Ramona immediately jumps onto the cabana bed, followed by Sonja, but Sonja immediately jumps off of the bed after feeling George’s erection poking her in the back. She is visibly freaked out by it, and even more so when George is getting really excited talking about her being without panties and bra. It’s just more of the same neanderthal conversation, with mispronunciations of “pheromones” and “virile.” Norm Crosby and Yogi Berra would be proud and loling or maybe spinning in their graves. George feeds off of horny goat weed from his pocket, whatever that is. Sonja eventually escapes from Jurassic Miami the Hornysaurus by going to view the artwork with Aviva. So taste and class are to the Hornysaurus, like garlic and crucifixes are to Dracula–good to know!