Everyone is on sugar and oversized furniture overload at the Kandi Factory, it seems the staff is dropping the ball on Kandi’s projects and Todd ain’t happy about it. Kandi has a pow-wow with her team about working cohesively to make her brand bigger. Don Juan cannot hide his disdain, for he knows this is coming from Todd, the miniature spouse that could. Don definitely feels “somekindaway” about Todd, “I definitely think we should take a look at Kandi Burruss prior to Todd. We have stores all across the United States, a successful Bedroom Kandi line, and a songwriting career that spans across 60 million records sold plus a Grammy. Annnnd Todd Tucker’s resume reads what? I’ll wait on it…”
After the reprimand, Don plops down in the hot pink office chair in front of Kandi to voice his opinion about Todd’s meddling. He doesn’t get too far with her, citing examples of how he has sacrificed his personal life for her and she basically tells him he is “ride or die”, so pick up your nut sack and get out of my hot pink pleather chair! Later, Todd and Don get into it, Todd spouts off some delusional idea about how Kandi should be collaborating with Obama, but “at the end of the day” they just want Team Kandi to be better and Don Juan has to manage and lead in a way that allows him time for his own personal life. They fist bump it out, but of course, this doesn’t go down without a final read from Don about Todd needing a step stool so they can talk eye to eye.
Meanwhile, across town, Claudia Jordan tries to make nice with Porsha Stewart since they rub elbows at work, but Porsha snubs her peachy replacement. Claudia suspects the snub is Kenya-related, but I think Porsha is still reeling from her “Peach REVOKED” status. Porsha should just be gracious and be glad someone in ATL who isn’t Kordell Stewart is writing her a check.
Cynthia pops over to a boutique in her royal blue cloak and matching royal blue umbrella and Kenya meets her in torn jeans and a floppy hat. Claudia will be coming along later and Cynthia is hyped, “she seems really cool.” Yeah, until she pisses you off. Claudia arrives and they start trying on footwear, but Claudia declines because she has self-described “struggle toes”. Kenya asks if they resemble the “Boomerang toes”, but Claudia says she wishes they were that nice. ICYMI:
Cynthia brings up her issues with Porsha and the “We Hate Porsha Williams” club is now fully formed. Claudia quickly obtains platinum member status with her work-snub tale. Kenya encourages Claudia to have a sit down with Porsha, but warns her that Porsha is dumber than Handerpants.
The other half of the faction, known as “The Kenya Moore Hate-Club”, hits the spa. I hope Phaedra plans to get a polish change, her nails are creepy long and neon yellow. Although, she no longer looks like a busted can o’ biscuits, the “Prison Stress Diet” is working to her favor. The gang discusses the Porsha/Cynthia caucus and Porsha claims Cynthia (“Mini-Nene with a long face”) did the “robot read” and recited things from a list Peter created. Because as we know, Peter Thomas is the diabolical puppet master of the ATL. Nene chimes in and says that she was blindsided by Cynthia at the reunion and will never be friends with her again, but wishes her the best and has “no hate for her and her afro.” The convo turns to Apollo-gate and Nene doesn’t believe that he lied at all and he only lied about lying just to sting Phaedra. As her latest minion, Porsha backs up Nene on the new conspiracy theme.
Apollo and Peter get together at Bar One for a drink and Apollo trash-talks Phaedra by revealing that she used to booty call him when he was living in the projects, wearing an ankle monitor, and sleeping on an air mattress. Peter clarifies, “She used to come see you when you was on the air mattress, Dawg?” “Yes, on the AIR MATTRESS!” Ergo…since she was hotter than a half-f*cked fox in a forest fire over him, despite him being down and out, living on an AIR MATRESS of all things, she should still be his ace boon coon today. Somewhere, Phaedra Parks is mortified and fashioning a shiv out of his old ankle monitor casing. Apollo further explains that Kenya made him look bad by revealing the texts that he did send her, so he decided to flip the script on her because he hadn’t yet perfected his backpedal shuffle. Get a clue asshole, you make yourself look bad all on your own. Peter says he spoke to Kenya about the lies and she “seemed cool”. Apollo has the audacity to flash a grin…“do you think she’ll come visit me?” Yeah ass hat, she can’t wait to hide crank in her coochie crack and smuggle it into prison for you, so you can trade it for commissary…As if…
We are treated to a brief interstitial of Ayden picking out a puppy. I cannot even believe this sweet, precious boy was spawned from immoral, pump-n-dump Apollo sperm. Did your heart just melt when he was training the dog? “Stay in control”, “Excuse me! I’m walking the dog!”, “I know all about dogs!” I think he should get his own show! If anything, he is living proof that Phaedra’s marriage to Apollo was not a total loss.
Claudia and Porsha meet up for lunch and Porsha gives her the courtesy of being on time. Claudia cuts right to the chase and tells Porsha she felt the work-snub was shady and she don’t want no trouble. Porsha claims it’s nothing personal, but Claudia throws out the Kenya card and suggests that Porsha and Kenya work it out. Porsha’s head spins around a few times and she says something about her “intellectual mind frame”, as if it’s something she picked up at Pottery Barn, and then concludes by telling Claudia to mind her bidness when it comes to the rift with Kenya. Next, Stonewall Jackson artfully changes the subject by applying some Tom Ford lotion and asks Claudia to smell her hands.
Kandi and Kenya get together for a kick-you-while-you’re-down boxing work out. While they are stretching, Kandi admits that she didn’t believe Kenya’s denials about text-gate and offers her an apology, which Kenya appreciates. Of course, Kandi the shit-stirrer in training, can’t leave well enough alone. Kandi fills her in on the conspiracy spa-day of horrors and tells Kenya that the main gang thinks Apollo lied about lying. Kenya loses her shiz, storms off, and shoves the cameras out of her face for heightened drama. We can still hear the audio as Kenya sobs about this rumor and Kandi presumably hands her a wad of toilet paper.
Next week it looks like we will be treated to the Bravo mandated group dinner from hell where enemies collide.(Photo Credits: Bravo.com and StraightfromtheA.com)