It is probably time to start a lingo death watch as Pleather continues on her path of destruction. Holla! So, to bring us up to date, so far, she has killed Holla!, “ie”, and Yo! Three down, and plenty more to go. Let’s get back to the Golden Girls in London, shall we.
Last week’s slumber party could have been filmed at home in New York or anywhere. Having traveled to London, only food poisoning or flesh eating bacteria would have made a middle-aged slumber party with tape measures sound like a fun alternative to what London nightlife has to offer. Hoping for drama and extravagance, let’s see what wacky adventures the ladies encounter.
I learned this from traveling with royalty.
This week’s episode opens with Sonja plunging her face into an ice-filled bidet. Sonja looks beautiful after her dip in the bidet, so don’t knock it until you try it. Heather’s Yummie distributors are heading back to their homies, so Heatherie is finally free to playie croquet with the ladies.
Hey, gurrrll! There’s a new caped royal in town.
Everyone is awake and ready for croquet, except Carole. Maybe it is a royalty thing, but the countess takes it upon herself to enter the room of the sleeping princess. In addition to the rude awakening, Caped Carole is not pleased to see LuAnn now sporting a cape, saying bitch stole her look. For the second day, Carole just wants to take a shower before leaving for the day, but is rushed out of the door, sans shower.
Seriously? You are married to eight Royal Doulton China place settings and gave birth to a dozen teacups?
The ride to croquet gives a preview of the royal tensions building. Carole fires first telling LuAnn she is lucky Carole wasn’t pleasuring herself when LuAnn barged in uninvited. Carole might have thought this would shut down the countess, but she is wrong, because the countess launches into the masturbatory practices of her “friends”. One now knows to never discuss such private matters with The One-Upper Pumpkin.
I’m about to go all 150th Street on her.
Meanwhile, back in the States, Aviva and Ramona Grigio visit the venue where Sonja is planning Aviva’s anniversary party. Aviva discusses dinner seating for 30, three groups of ten, which the gentleman says is possible. Will that be accomplished? Let’s wait and find out. Ramona is bringing her wine, so at least we can count on Pinot Queen to be loud and ready to ignite at the party.
I’ll be fine with anything except falling on the stairs and a Madonna wannabe lap dance.