Baby-Nope

Cynthia is prepping for another Cargo fashion show.  Momager SBS, and her soon to be compensated if it kills her son, Kairo, show up to rehearse modeling backpacks, and like walking and stuff.  Kairo has never runway walked, and saying his strut leaves a little to be desired is an understatement.  Let’s start by trying walking in a straight line, shall we?  SBS starts her shit again about compensation after Cynthia has already given her a HARD NO for the tenth time!

The day of the actual fashion show, Kairo is MIA and Cynthia phones momager only to receive some triflin’ excuses about being stuck in traffic.  He strolls in 45 minutes before show time, but Cynthia had to hock her backbone in order to pay the venue rent and she lets the unprofesh behavior slide.  SBS can’t stop bitching about the venue, it’s underground, she hears water and thinks they are all going to drown in raw sewage, and where is the air conditioning?!?!  The only sewage in this venue is the BS coming out of SBS’ mouth.  Can we get a NY Housewives crossover here?  Where is Bethany when you need her?Bethany shut up.gif

Frikkin’ Bob Crazy Eyes is schvitzing like a farm animal.  Despite the chaos, the li’l rinky dink fashion show comes off without a hitch.  Kairo has the “dead in the eyes, walking around shirtless with my backpack” model face down pat.  Pump your brakes, boy, there will be NO COMPENSATION!

Crazy eye sweating

Meanwhile, across town, Porsha is downloading the latest Baby-Nup template from Microsoft.  She gets Counselor Parks on the horn to run it by her, but alas, her BFF thinks she is balls on nuts crazy.  Porsha needs a baby like Phaedra needs a psychotic ex-huzzband chasing her around the garage while wielding a live power drill.  Besides, baby daddies are just “so yesterday!”  Porsha urges the Counselor to have an open mind, but Counselor Parks gives her the best dayum advice anyone could, “Close your legs to fake TV boyfriends, guuuurrrl!  Okay, when Counselor Parks is the unlikely voice of reason, honey you know your shit is f*cked up!  Porsha won’t listen, so Counselor Parks takes a stronger approach, she shares a cautionary tale of a “hot dog bun vagina”.  It will be so big, “like having a cookout in your pants.”  Porsha thinks she must be playin’ and gets Phaedra to agree to look over the document, but Phaedra fakes some interference on the phone and then drops the call.

Later, Porsha springs the 52-page agreement on Todd and hopes he will check the boxes and sign away his sperm, his Twitter and Instagram rights, and all future paychecks.  Todd must have a loose moth in his closet, he has holes all over his shirt.  And you wanna be her baby daddy?  He thumbs through the agreement and snaps, calling it EXTORTION!  The joy from staring at her bosom has drained from his face, this is a one-sided agreement that only benefits Porsha.  She tries to dissuade him by stating he can red-line the agreement and get back to her.  He won’t look her in the eye and it seems to be a deal breaker.  I think this fake TV relationship is over.  Burn it down with the friend contract.

Kandi and Baby Ace pop in for a visit with Mama Joyce and the OLG.  Todd is still workin’ away at the restaurant and it’s sorta coming together, they may open by 2029 if they can make good time, but don’t expect any profits, anytime soon, or ever.  The OLG inquires about the Hawaii trip and they joke about not being invited “cause we would eat them HO’s alive”.  Now there’s a Bravo producer mandated group trip from hell that I can get behind.  As they start to get their grub on, I cannot help but wonder why in the hell they are eating out of Styrofoam to go containers.  Dayum Kandi, withdraw some of that “No Scrubs” cash, get down to the Costco, and buy yo’ mama some descent Chinet compartment plates!

Phaedra pops over to the lake house to visit Cynthia and she looks like she fell ass backward into the clearance bin at Forever 21.  Someone get this woman a stylist and a mirror, STAT!

Phaedra outfit 2

They take a seat on the sectional, which Cynthia reveals she purchased from Kenya.  Phaedra hits the deck, Matt has likely planted a tracking device and may show up and bust out all the windows at any given moment.  They get down to the divorce talk and Cynthia asks her if the rumor is true, is the divorce from Apollo final?  Counselor Parks is clearly irked that her BFF, Porsha, leaked the news.  Cynthia wanted to be in the know, so they could share the experience and swap divorce and coupon clipping tips.  Phaedra claims her divorce is final…OR IS IT?  Insert dramatic DUN DUN DUN here!

DUN DUN DUN

Phaedra felt that Kenya’s divorce party theme was insensitive and evil.  Cynthia pushes her to forgive, it was supposed to be a fun li’l shindig where they cut up and ate penis cake.  Let’s not forget kissin’ dicks on the wall!  Lesson learned, don’t threaten Phaedra with a good time!

In other Phaedra, I wear my clothing seven sizes too small, news…she takes Kandi’s former assistant, Johnnie and his chin scratch, to meet with a leading employment attorney.  If Kandi and Phaedra ever had a chance to be friends again, that hope was single-handedly dashed in this scene right here.  Johnnie discusses his potential case regarding COMPENSATION and for Kandi ripping off his rando thoughts like “open a restaurant themed after your surly aunts” or “write a play based on Kandi’s life”.  This whole scene is off, like an after-school special gone horribly awry.

Johnnie attorney

As we wrap up this lackluster episode, Kenya takes her dogs shopping for their birthday and invites Matt since he’s the puppy daddy.  Dayum, should’ve downloaded that puppy-nup template!  Matt sits Kenya down to discuss their relationship and all the ways Kenya has done him wrong.  She ain’t havin’ it and walks out, but production is quick on their feet and they chase them out into the stairwell.  Matt becomes unhinged and tells her she will be single and miserable and he’ll be in jail.  He brings up some sort of illicit friends with benefits breakup sex, which allegedly took place in his truck, but she doesn’t really acknowledge it.  He has a complete breakdown, which is difficult to watch.  She finally tells him that she is sorry she hurt him, but they are over.  I cannot even begin to unpack what is going on here, but they need to wagon him off in the rejection SUV, equipped with the Bravo psychotherapist and some sedatives!

kenya comfort matt

Next week, Frick and Frack have a pajama party for Phaedra’s birthday, the OLG restaurant is open for friends and family bidness, and will the future Mrs. Nida please stand up?!?!

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Kiss and Tell

Phaedra and Kenya hit the tennis court, thinkin’ they Venus and Serena Williams.  Kenya is so pleased at their “ever-growing friendship”, but little does she realize they are about to hit some growing pains.  We know they donkey booty HAM on each other by the end of the hour.  Phaedra missed the “leggings are not pants” memo and she looks like Hello Kitty and Sesame Street had a rough night and spewed hangover vomit all over her.  Her camera interview top is hideous as well, she looks like your grandmother’s couch from the neck down.

Phaedra pants

Frikkin’ Cynthia decides to bring Papa Smurf room service and a bedazzled Bible for his birthday.  As they sit, gazing into each other’s eyes over a plate of artichoke and spinach dip, Papa Smurf admits he almost made a booty call to her last night.  Cynthia reminds us again that she would’ve been tempted, because they had no issues in that particular area.  Peter produces a friendship contract and asks her to check the box on where they stand – together, not together, dating other people, or clinging to scraps.  They both feel as if they have failed, Peter wants her back, but Cynthia has concluded she is not the marrying kind.  He leaves his door open and informs her he will not be changing his cell number.

Mini-Todd Tucker has planned a special birthday party for Papa Smurf, and he decides that instead of a pig roast, they will roast Peter.  This is the worst idea in the history of ever.  Frick and Frack roll up in their dresses slit up to the “cootie coo”, Bob Crazy Eyes trails in behind them without SBS.  After SBS shows up, everyone bombards her with questions, but she won’t be discussing anything further with the men around.  THIS MEANS YOU, CRAZY EYES!

Todd kicks off the roast, Phaedra can’t wait to dig in on Uncle Ben and serve him his ass on a platter with a “side of special rice.”  Kandi and her camel toe make some horrid jokes and the rest of the gang also fail miserably.  Most of the jokes are about being older than dirt and broke AF.  Cynthia can’t bring herself to say anything worthwhile, other than how Peter is such a champ at brushing his teeth?  What in the fresh hell is this?  SBS doesn’t see the need for a roast, Peter looks pretty well done already!  SBS FTW!

For the last day in Hawaii, the gang hops on a catamaran for a sunset cruise.  While everyone is out on the deck viewing the sunset, Bob and SBS sit down for a heart to heart talk.  Bob apologizes for whatever he said that ticked her off, which means he still sees nothing wrong with his behavior.  He just mad ‘cuz she walked out on him at the jewelry store.  SBS explains how they never discussed the things that went on in their past, him abruptly leaving when the kids were small and not calling for six months, not paying the mortgage, cutting off her credit cards, joking about murdering her, y’know just a few minor mishaps like that.  OY VEY!  This boy has been hit in the head too many times.  He has no ability to show remorse and then flips out on her.  SBS goes into the way, way, way, ugly, ugly, ugly cry and he continues to act like he didn’t do anything wrong.  Your goose is cooked, Bob.  You will never secure a place at Chateau by Shereé.  Meanwhile, on the upper deck, Cynthia gets her hair tangled in a small fan powered by her iPhone.  JESUS.  TAKE.  THE.  WHEEL!

SBS ugly cry

Kenya announces that she has a surprise for the ladies after they get back to the resort, which is an “I do, I did, I’m done, divorce party”.  We flash back to seven years ago, when SBS held her own divorce party complete with her 50 foot-tall self-portrait, which proves these events never go out of style!  Cynthia walks in and the theme immediately give her a case of the sads.  Phaedra walks in and announces she is sick to her stomach.  No girl, your spanx are too tight!  Turns out that “cackling like hyenas, kissing cartoon penises, and mocking the sanctity of marriage” aren’t received well by Cynthia and Counselor Parks!  Phaedra exits stage left in search of a ginger ale for her upset stomach.  After they are done playing “kiss the penis on the wall”, Porsha gets a text from Phaedra – “I’m good, but appalled that they would think the breakup of a family is a cause for celebration and with the host being the triflin’ woman who was texting my husband, disgusting and disgraceful.”

We flash back to two years ago, when Apollo admitted he lied and Kenya and Phaedra wiped Kenya Moore Whore’s slate clean.  But according to Phaedra, the slate has been dirtied up again.  Phaedra is gulping down her ginger ale, clutching her bosom, sticking to her story about eating some bad Mahi.  Porsha waddles in with her half-drank jug o’ Hennesey.  I have to give it to Porsha tonight, line of the episode – “first of all, what the hell, you done left me in the room, kissin’ dicks on the wall!”  Once you have waddled around a Four Seasons resort, with a half-empty jug o’ Hennesey, uttering those words – CHILE…it may be time to re-evaluate your life!

Kiss wall

Kenya shows up at the door, Porsha thinks it’s room service bearing her pineapple juice, “but an actual pineapple showed up”, meaning Kenya in her bright yellow dress, wearing her “I’m ready to confront” face of doom.  Phaedra feels the party was tacky and given that Kenya played a contentious part in the marriage, it was “a whole ‘nother level of skanky.”  Oh Counselor Parks, how quickly we forget that your no good, deadbeat, huzzzband admitted he lied.  ROLL.  THE.  EFFIN’.  TAPE!  There are not enough prayer circles, Thelma & Louise convertible car moments, and s’mores over the campfire, to save this budding friendship now.  Kenya tries to talk it out, but Phaedra ain’t havin’ it… and nothing says get the hell out of my room like a ginger ale burp to the face.

Kenya - confront

Meanwhile, back at the un-married party, the women cut up the divorce cake and of course, Porsha is happy to take two pieces back to Phaedra’s room.  Hey, you don’t get to dis the party, send hateful texts, and then have your cake and eat it too!  The men show up and break the tension for a while.  At the end of the day, Kandi gives the Hawaii trip five stars, with the highlight being Porsha admitting she is a liar.

Next time, Porsha presents Todd with a Baby-Nup Agreement, Kandi’s former assistant is still pursuing a lawsuit with Counselor Parks at his side, and Matt and Kenya go at it again in a stairwell.

Restoration Station

We are picking up where the crazy train threw us from the tracks – discombobulated, weary, and reeling.  Kandi is trying not to choke Porsha out, save that for the sex dungeon antics.  Kandi hasn’t been this far off the rails since the ill-fated pillow talk party.  Phaedra, of all people, tries to calm Kandi down, but her “at the end of the day”, catch-all, calamity management tactic is not working.  Kandi, Kenya, and Cynthia flee the scene for some well needed beauty rest, while the others stay behind to continue the parade of unstable sluts.

The next day, Kandi has a speed boat trip planned and she phones Phaedra to inform her that Porsha is persona non-grata and tasks her second mortal enemy with delivering the un-vite.  For someone who lost their shit the night before, Kandi looks hella rested and fresh.  Meanwhile, across the hall, Porsha and Todd are discussing their plans for the day and Porsha thinks she will be frolicking and cavorting about with the gang as if nothing happened.  Phaedra pops in, barely dressed, bragging about her swimsuit she has owned since she was 18.  Umm, this brings up several ponderings… 1)  The effing swimsuit doesn’t fit you in any way, shape, or form,  2)  If she has owned the swimsuit since she was 18, how in the hell does the elastic (already gripping for its last breath of life) not have dry rot?  3)  If you are tugging at your swimwear while saying the words “my booty keeps eating this swimsuit”, IT DOESN’T F*CKING FIT AND IS WILDLY INAPPROPRIATE.  We are treated to a montage of Phaedra’s freak nasty vacation wear over the years – hey guuurrrl…you do you!  And with that, Phaedra un-invites Porsha and Todd from the festivities and they are relegated to a beachside couple massage.

Phaedra swimsuit

Todd’s masseuse is squeezing his brain, maybe trying to jam some common sense back in there.  The pair goes on and on about how great the day is and a wind gust blows their umbrella down, interrupting their zen moment.  They head down to the beach and Todd spies with his little eye another couple getting married.  He teases about grabbing the preacher and getting hitched, but no shirt, no shoes, no ring, NO DICE.

No dice

The rest of the crew travels to the boat ride in two separate cars.  In car one, Papa Smurf informs Kandi that he stayed at the dinner table of doom for another hour, mainly gettin’ his drink on and soaking up the gossip.  Porsha is throwing the “bullied” word around again, which firms up Kandi’s decision to ax her from the events of the day.  We see that Kenya was consoling Kandi after the dinner, citing that Porsha “doesn’t have a pure, moral fiber in her body, so let that go.”  When Kenya Moore is your unlikely voice of reason, honey, you know your shit is f*cked up!

In car two, Phaedra continues defending her BFF in an indirect way.  “We don’t know what is a lie or what isn’t a lie!”  Really Counselor Parks?  Oh damnit all to hell, why at this stage in the game would we expect more from you?  Everyone continues to comment on how Cynthia and Peter are getting along famously and Cynthia admits in her camera interview that she may consider “one last lap around the pool.”  Maybe Phaedra will loan you her 25 year-old swimsuit from the Venus porn collection so you may seduce your soon to be ex-husband.

Anyhoo, Kenya points out that Cynthia and Peter’s divorce is imminent and SBS notes that she and Bob never could’ve gone on a trip together after they split.  Bob reminds SBS that they were driving in Las Vegas and SBS fell asleep in the car.  He considered taking her seatbelt off and slamming on the breaks “so she can fly her ass through the window.”  Kenya stares at him, completely shocked and mortified.  Bob claims he never hit SBS and she give shim the side eye.  He asked if he ever choked her and she confirms, to which he replies “if I did I’m sorry, maybe I didn’t choke you hard enough.”  Way to make a car ride uber-uncomfortable for all involved.  SBS starts getting emotional, which is the first time we have seen her cry in the history of ever.  Kenya crawls over the seat to comfort SBS while Phaedra gives Bob the evil eye and hisses at him repeatedly to apologize.  He tells SBS he never wants to be the one making her cry, and he reaches over to her like a swift, effective killing machine.  This isn’t even half of a half-assed apology, take about 100 steps back, Bob!  Be careful not to slip on your own sweat, we’d hate to see you break a hip.

SBS upset

All aboard the speedboat, which is aptly named “INSANE.”  The gang is treated to a wild ride and they are soaked with ocean water.  Everyone starts freaking out about their weaves, except for Kandi, Kenya, and the men.  Phaedra is barking that she has been Bamboozled, hoodwinked, and soaked.  I cannot help but wonder how she remained supported in that backwards, suspender, tangled up, hot mess of a swimsuit.  Later, they all sit down for dinner and the talk goes back to the night Porsha came on to Kandi like a nine-fingered hooker.  Papa Smurf wants the smutty deets on the make-out sesh, but Kandi doesn’t really entertain him.  Phaedra decides this is the opportune moment to introduce her idea of having a spiritual restoration service for everyone, and they need it ASAP ‘cuz they NEED JEZZUZ NOW!  They all stare at her blankly, but they will all be there because it is written into addendum number 2,137 of their Bravo contract.

Phaedra sets the stage for the restoration, she lays out the boxed wine and Porsha shows up with a box of Cheez-It Grooves.  Kandi walks in with her attitude and Phaedra offers Kandi some wine, which is stupid because EVERYBODY KNOWS Kandi doesn’t partake.  Everyone else arrives around 11:17 p.m. – perfect time for everyone to restore, when they are over tired, tipsy, and suffering from severe sun stroke.  Dr. Martin Luther Pahedra starts out the restoration and they discuss the abuse argument between SBS and Kenya.  Porsha is sitting in the corner waiting her turn and she is guarding that box of Cheeze-It Grooves with her life.  Kenya and SBS go at it like wild lemurs for a few minutes, then Phaedra intervenes and they chalk it up to a misunderstanding.  Phaedra opens the floor for anyone else to discuss their issues and it’s dead, awkward silence.  Porsha finally speaks up, but Kandi cuts that shit off at the knees.  She wants to be clear, she isn’t upset because she gives a f*ck about Porsha.  Kandi has supported Porsha more than anyone in the group – through her divorce, through her aspiring, horrifying singing career, all of it.  All Kandi did was say that Porsha used to run with her ex, Block, which was true.  Porsha flipped out and threw Kandi under the bus with her vicious lies.  Porsha continues to justify her response and basically admits she made it all up because she was mad.  Porsha also decides that she thinks Kandi should apologize to Phaedra for saying she was talking to multiple men before Apollo went to jail.  Phaedra slips and says “it wasn’t like I was talking to him”…Kenya immediately picks up on the Freudian slip.

restoration failure

Kandi is willing to offer an apology for insinuating that Phaedra called the FEDS and ratted them out for holding Apollos possessions in her garage, but that’s the end of the line, restoration station…the train stops here.  Cynthia is pissed, it was a waste of an outfit, makeup, wig, and eyelashes…and her gluten intolerance doesn’t permit her to enjoy the Cheez-It Grooves!

The next day, Bob invites SBS to a jewelry store to purchase a diamond ring that looks like a Pringle potato chip and laugh in her face again about some extremely painful memories.  SBS can’t deal with his continued joking about how he was an abusive, sweat-soaked, psychopath.  He claims that his laughter on the matter is a defense mechanism to keep from crying.  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!  I think we have finally uncovered the source of Bob’s profuse, medically concerning, sweating problem.  The liquid constantly draining from his body is actually the un-cried toxic tears of rage and regret.  Bob, we implore you…let that shit flow out of your crazy ass eyes!  SBS walks out on him, after she has to wrench her arm out of his savage grip.  As she walks out, he says “I’m not laughing”, as he laughs and mops the ancient tears escaping via his forehead with an old gym towel.  SBS hits the road and has an important epiphany, Bob failed the maybe we could get back together test and she dodged a bullet!

Next time, Cynthia and Peter edge closer to taking that final lap around the pool, the girls throw a divorce party for Phaedra, SBS and Bob go at it again, and Kenya and Phaedra go at it.

Returns with Receipt

Kandi and Carmon fluff the pillows to prep for a gossip sesh with the crew, sans Frick and Fraud.  Kandi has also summoned Shamea, so they can get everything all the way out on the table.  Kandi springs the news that Porsha kissed her and offered an oral transaction to Kandi’s full satisfaction.  Cynthia starts screaming, Shamea is chugging from her red SOLO cup, SBS asks “tongue kiss?”, and Kenya falls off of her chair laughing hysterically.

Shamea chugging

SBS sees that Porsha is taking the fall for Phaedra, who was the instrumental in revving up these outlandish rumors, but more importantly, SBS cannot quite wrap her top knot around the fact that Porsha may be a “carpet muncher”.  Kandi continues and lays out another claim made by Porsha pertaining to Kandi and Todd (a.k.a. Marvin) allegedly planning to drug Porsha and Shamea and drag them back to their sex dungeon.  SCREAMING. JESUS. ON. A. FERRIS. WHEEL!  This is a new li’l nugget since last week, and I can understand why Kandi is pissed.  This is her reputation on the line, her family, and not to mention that Kandi doesn’t use drugs or alcohol.  Porsha’s anger management is failing her miserably.  She is still attacking people, but now in different form.

Cynthia freaking

Meanwhile, across town, Li’l Porsha carts a cooler full of her latest cleansing drink over to her sister’s house to rehash and garner support.  Porsha claims she was on beer goggles x 1000 and “blames it on da’ Henney!”  Okay, so you admit you were blind, stinking drunk, but can now clearly recall all these sordid details?  Maybe this lemonade/cayenne pepper cleanse is disrupting her memory, someone get this girl a carbohydrate, STAT!

The next day, Kandi and Todd are workin’ on the OLG, she is hoping to launch in about a month, and Todd has finally showered and changed his clothes.  Kandi is feeling a bit overwhelmed so she decides a trip to unwind with all of her mortal enemies is in order!  Todd, being fully familiar with the Bravo mandated trips of horror formula, invites Papa Smurf and Bob “crazy eyes” Whitfield.  Hell, why don’t you shoot a group text to Matt, Walter, and Kordell while you’re at it?  Maybe Apollo can get a furlough?

In other boring, filler news, Kenya takes her brother, niece, and nephews out for dinner.  The kids head into the bathroom to wash their hands while Kenya informs her brother about Matt’s latest antics.  She hasn’t seen Matt since Charlotte (they are on a break) and she is still making excuses for his violent behavior.  Her brother points out that she doesn’t have time to wait for him to mature and real-life relationships don’t get “breaks”.  So now we see who received the “voice of reason” gene in her family.

Cynthia and Kandi invite Phaedra out for some fish tacos – can we find the irony here?  Kandi invites Phaedra on the trip and informs Cynthia that Papa Smurf will be tagging along.  Cynthia is okay with the arrangement, she will have her own room and maybe she can get her nineteenth dose of “closure”.  I am not sure how much “closure” this woman needs, but it’s beginning to sound like “closure” is their code word for “booty call”.  Phaedra is a li’l wary because that is where she and Apollo honeymooned, so naturally she needs her security blanket, BFF Porsha.  Cynthia asks Phaedra what she thinks about all the Kandi chatter, but Phaedra doesn’t have “a cock in this fight”, so she is happy to sit back and watch her BFF go down like a fat kid on a seesaw.

SBS meets up with Bob “Crazy Eyes” Whitfield, for a quick prison work out.  Meaning upper body only, no bending over or squatting.  Before he even does his first bicep curl, he is sweating like a farm animal.  SBS invites him, his extra strength anti-perspirant, and his compression socks to Maui, but they will not be shackin’ up.  SBS feels the trip will be a good test to see if they can travel together without it being a cluster f*ck.

Phaedra and Porsha meet at a back-alley spa so they can shed some fat cells prior to flaunting their cellulite in Maui.  Porsha shows up looking like she just tumbled out of the 70’s porn section of the local costume shop.  The spa ladies wrap up Phaedra in some used Hefty garbage bags and then swaddle her in an electric blanket like a burrito.  Shit girrrrl, you coulda done this at home!  After Phaedra slithers out of her Hefty bags, she throws on some props to perform a hula dance for Porsha and invites her on the trip.  Porsha hesitates, but then remembers her Bravo contract requires her to attend all of the group trips from hell.  Have Bravo paycheck, will travel!

Phaedra Hula

Everyone is arriving at the airport, but Porsha thinks Hawaii is out of the country and is apparently lost on the underground rail road.  Eventually everyone arrives at the Four Seasons Maui and they disperse to their respective rooms to prepare for the dinner of doom, despite their severe jet lag.  Todd tells Kandi he is not looking forward to dinner “cuz that’s where y’all pop off”.  Spoken like a true former producer!

Porsha arrives at dinner with her own plus one, her new-sorta-kinda-boyfriend/booty call plus program, future baby-daddy, Todd.  Everything is awkward and quiet and Kandi goes into prayer, “Please Jesuzz…don’t let me snap off on dis’ beyotch!”  SBS and her top knot ain’t havin’ it, she breaks the ice and recommends that everyone get their crap out on the table.  She confronts Porsha first about saying slanderous things, but Porsha is sticking to her story.  The conversation escalates quickly and Cynthia points out that Porsha has said many damaging things to the ladies, but doesn’t have receipts to back it up.  Porsha throws a snide dagger her way “your divorce decree is your receipt!”  Well, Kandi don’t play, she comes at the lying bitch with both barrels and produces semi-glossy, full-color, handouts for the group.  A screen shot of the text from Porsha a few days after the aggressive lesbian propositioning.  The text is basically Porsha admitting things got crazy and what happens in Queens stays in Queens – she will deny, deny, deny.

Porsha text msg

Phaedra waves her prayer cloth around in an effort to calm everyone down, but she hears about the latest drugging accusation and is relegated to take several seats.  Kandi tells Porsha she will sue her if she keeps her shit up.  Papa Smurf tries to calm it down, but Kandi is Vaselined up and ready to thunder punch Porsha in the throat.  To be continued…

Next week, Phaedra brings up her idea of holding a “restoration service come to Jesuzz” sesh for the ladies, Kandi and Phaedra face off, SBS and Kenya get into it, and Bob Crazy Eyes and SBS confront their physical abuse rumors.