This week on Million Dollar Listing: Chad and Trust Fund fight like 7th grade girls. Madison tries to sell some land. Chad finds a house for a family friend and his mom creeps me out. Trust Fund spends time with granny and attempts to make the biggest sale of his life. In the end, all will deal with personal demons. I, for one, am just glad this train wreck of a show has finally ended.

This is how everyone should dress when they visit their grandma.

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This week on Million Dollar Listing: Chad gets some bad news about Cuttino's house. Madison, in the most boring segment yet, sells a house to some spoiled rich kid. Trust Fund, on the other hand, comes across as almost sympathetic. I know, right?! Let's get started so we can get ended.

When a fat stinky French guy makes fun of your grooming skills, you need to check yourself.

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This week on Million Dollar Listing, Chad goes to Vegas, fights with Victoria, and meets the true daughter of Satan - Lauren. You will hate her. Madison helps a friend buy a house and deals with his sexual issues in a very After-School Special kind of way. Trust Fund helps people buy a house. I, meanwhile, wonder who the hell thought that people selling houses to other people on TV was a good idea. And then I drink to numb the pain.

Please jump.

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On this episode of Million Dollar Listing: Chad and Victoria are celebrating their one-year anniversary and he has a surprise for her. Madison hires a new assistant and goes on a blind date. Trust Fund (nee Josh Flagg) breaks the law, and no one's surprised. Some houses are sold, some houses are not, and I may or may not have a new boyfriend.

If he ever returns my txts.

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***Letter from the Editor: I received some reader requests for this show, and once I sat down to watch it I couldn't believe that I needed a few emails to wake my ass up to the situation. I called up Hypnotoad, America's Most Smartest Model recapper, and dragged him out of retirement. I assigned him over a week late, so he should be caught up by next week! And now, a round of applause for the return of Hypnotoad!!

Look darling! It's a story about me inventing the newspaper! How quaint!

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