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?
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!
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!
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!
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.
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!
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?!?!