Ad and Paul stop by to pick up Twitch in their limo. She doesn’t start humping the seat like she did on their plane, which is a good sign. She says she’s feeling healthy and only wants a drink when she gets mad at someone. Or when she gets caught in traffic. Or watches a movie. Or wakes up. Or breathes. Ad tells her that wanting to drink is normal, especially around witches like LISA.
LOL at letting the alchie have a moment, AD. She just wants Twitch to move on, like Ad has. You know, how she’s not talking about Lisa except for every second of the day. Paul is super pissed. Why, Lisa called their dog Jackpot Crackpot! She called Ad’s shoes Maloof Hoofs! HOW DARE SHE!! I hope David Foster sings something tonight, just to watch the offended look on Paul’s face when he hears rhyming stuff.
His sourness is making Twitch excited for the party. She slurs “You two beddergeep id together!” I LOVE TWITCH
Time for the party! Mister Belvedere will be asking everyone to leave their pants at the door. This is a masturbation party.
As she waits for the girls to arrive, Yolanda yawns on and on about how she drew every square eench of dees house til eet keel my brain! Well, at least there’s an explanation. She talks about having to work with builders, and says that their flakiness exacerbated her disappointment in humankind. Seeing a pretty woman who found wealth marrying two insanely rich old men makes me feel like humanity’s right on track.
Failor and Kyle are here! Fail’s already tripping all over herself. Thankfully, she’s just been injected with thirty pounds of new rubber, so if she falls she’ll bounce right back up.
Kyle teases Yolanda about her ridiculous “I desine eet myself!” fridge, complete with color coordinated fruit. BRB. I need to grab some ice. I bruised myself when I banged my head against the desk.
Lisa arrives, and Mister Belvedere reminds her that she knows him from Dinner Party from Hell. Doesn’t ring a bell. He scurries off to facebook to call her a bitch with Chef Bernie. Kyle reminds her that she knows Mister Belvedere too, and it finally dawns on Lisa that he’s not only Camille’s butler, he’s also Mohammed’s guy. What a Slutler. Get you guys? GET IT?!
Paul and Ad show up. Paul’s already spewed venom in the limo about how Lisa is so fake, she’ll probably come up to him and kiss him just because there are other people around. Well, she doesn’t. She just turns and walks away. HA. He’s pissed, and tells everyone who will listen what a horrible piece of shit she is. Wow, you’re here less than five minutes and already shouting and cursing. Nice, Flinstone. Nice. Remember when he used to be awesome? WTF happened?