I Need a Camera and a Scooter!

Okay readers, this is the final installment of the marginally-white, never forget, clam shucking, body glitter extravaganza.  Not a moment too soon… don’t know ‘bout y’all, but this parade of unstable wigs and oxygen restricting Spanx has grown tiresome.  We all witnessed the play-by-play of this season and the perpetual screaming match that is Wigs-n-Cigs vs. Nene and her Petco Choppers – so I will approach this by hitting on my personal favorite moments.  Let’s take a shallow dive into the wading pool:

  1. Wigs-n-Cigs vs. Nene – Face it Wigs, this is a fight you will not win. Yes, Nene gets on my nerves at times, but she remains the Queen Supreme of the ATL.  Sorry bitch – fasten your wig glue and keep it movin’!  Kandi is laughing her saggy teets off and P-Willi is smirking whilst straightening her crown – both glad to be off the hot-seat!  Key takeaway:  Your floaters on your chest ain’t workin’, get that double chin filed off next time you see your plastic surgeon, and WHERE IS YOUR SCOOTER?  WHERE IS IT!  I can see it now, Wigs barreling down the causeway, wind in her acrylic wiglette, a red Solo cup sitting snugly in the retrofitted cup-holder, Kroy in the side-car so he can finally have his own DRANK, her pink iPod plugged into the jack, jammin’ some John Legend.

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  1. Solitary Confinement – We revisit with “Me-by-Shereé”, who apparently is dumping Prison BAE if he doesn’t get paroled. Wait – this is the love of your life, the soul to your mate, the tingle to your toes, the cure for all your woes!  You spent thousands of un-earned Jogger dollars on relational therapy with Jack Daniels, you spent 3 million Thelma dollars constructing a customized man-cave, a home gym, and a She by Shereé Shed complete with Rent-A-Center furniture… what gives?  She-by-She-Done… Joggers.  Key takeaway:  SBS is squirming all over the couch as OHAC questions her about Prison BAE.  Her Spanx are at hospitalization level tight or she really needs to pee.  Annnnd… Nene saying she conducted an oral transaction for John Legend tickets with “Lierone” was a joke on Twitter, of course.  Meanwhile, Kenya quietly urps up between the reunion couch cushions at the thought of it.

 

  1. There’s a Clip for That – Kenya takes a strategic position on the opposing couch so she can go at Wigs face full o’ fillers. She goes after Kroy – the valet, the driver, the wiglette-stand maker.  Wigs goes at Kandi for saying that Wigs drinks too much.    THE.  EFFING.  TAPE.  Wigs telling Kandi at their lunch that she makes Kroy drive so she can drink, drink in the car, drink while getting stuffed into her Spanx, drinking and Tweeting, can’t do anything without a drink.  Viewers can play the Wigs drinking game at home, take a drink every time Wigs strokes her acrylic locks, take a drink every time the red Solo cup appears, take a drink every time Wigs accuses others of being jealous, take a drink every time she LIES and summon your driver to cart your drunk-ass to the ER!

Wigs denies saying all the unsavory things this season, which are memorialized on camera.  Nene goes off, Kandi goes off, P-Willi and 50-Cynt inch over to the opposite end of their couch… Wigs sits on the sidelines like a “motherfuckin’ fan” judging everyone like a troll who lives behind the washing machine in their parents’ basement.  Key takeaway:  We need Andy and an automated external defibrillator for Nene and Kandi.

throne of lies

  1. Step into my Office – Wigs flees, red Solo cup full o’ dumpster juice in hand. OHAC wraps it up by going around the semi-circle of the damned asking the cast-mates to state what they have learnt this season.  Suddenly the Bravo intern appears and summons OHAC backstage, Wigs is demanding to speak with him in the ladies room her office.  Props to the production assistant who gets on the walkie, “I need Andy and a CAMERA!”  Wigs is crying to OHAC, Kroy is playing body guard, putting his hand in the camera.  Wigs wails on… nothing positive was said to her, they are all so MEAN!  OHAC explains that she has been nothing but combative this season and didn’t show anything positive about her dayum self.  We hear Nene bellowing “the door is CLOSED!”

Wigs continues shrieking at the man who signs her Paychex by Bravo – you haven’t found another white woman to sit on the couch with these women, nobody is dumb enough!  Then something about how racism didn’t exist before social media!?!?  Now this is where everything went left… we see the exact moment it comes across OHAC’s face, like “uhh yea, I’m gonna fire you right after I smoke a fatty in my trailer.”  Sensing this is some next-level delusion, SBS dips out.  Key takeaway:  Walkin’ papers will be drafted faster than she changes into her Wal-Mart Joggers.

Kim and OHAC in bathroom

Next week is a 10th anniversary of best moments, which I will be enjoying with a tub o’ mint cookie crumble ice cream.  Signing off, dear readers!  Thank you for following me and reading!

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Light, Love, and Old HAM

The ladies pile into the Mercedes Benz party bus, leaving the squalor known as the villa.  The title card on the screen says “Day Two” – yeah, day TWO… just let that SANK IN for a minute.  It seems like we’ve been watching these Barcelona escapades for paleolithic eons.  Nene addresses the elephant, who has left the room… Porsha headed back to the ATL because she’s tired of being trampled on and she’s about ready to cut a bitch.  Kandi says she will get over “drug, kidnap, rape-gate” eventually, it may just take a bit longer than the aging of a jambon leg.

The women arrive at the bigger, better, less mildew-ey Hotel Arts, where they each settle in to their 4000 square foot suites.  They are all instantly in a better mood, blame it on the Bossa Nova previous accommodations!  A plethora of fried foods arrives at 1:00 a.m., all the girls are elbow-deep into the calamari, while SBS hangs back in her room to take a call from Prison BAE.  Her conversation consists of telling Prison BAE what she has eaten the last two days in Barcelona.  I guess when you are on a steady prison diet of ramen and goulash surprise, a detailed account of what one eats on the outside is considered stimulating conversation.  Do the time, Prison BAE, don’t let the time do you.

Meanwhile, Kandi comes up with a bright idea to dress SBS up like an Elvira sex doll, take photos, and then send them to Prison BAE.  Nene is curious, how will SBS will send the pics from her phone?  Marlo “check my charges” Hampton chimes in… “nowadays, they be sneakin’ phones in the prisons, I know because MY NEPHEW is incarcerated.”  Thanks for the disclaimer, but we all know you’ve done a stint or two.

Before the 15 minutes are up on the prison call, Kandi asks Nene if there’s some issue between her and Prison BAE, and Nene goes straight-up HAM, “I’ve never been out with Tyrone!” Kandi interprets this as a bit of a confession, cool your jets, TURBO – “who said that???”

who said that

Nene continues on, “we’ve never kissed, we’ve never held HAMS, we’ve never shopped at the A&P together, we’ve never watched “The Apprentice” together…”  Wow, this is a complicated tapestry.  SBS joins the group at about 2:00 a.m., Marlo drags SBS into her terror-dome, and forces her to put on leopard print every-THANG and some heels she can’t even walk in.  SBS gets the line of the night… referring to Marlo’s shoes, “what are these, size 15’s?!”  Marlo demands SBS hand over her boobs for a good ol’ fashioned duct taping.  50-Cynt walks in, acting like she’s never seen or applied silver duct tape before, and she seems to not realize they were taking the photo shoot quite this far.  Note to Marlo:  next time at Wal-Mart, look for leopard print duct-tape to complete your outfits!

SBS hobbles along, like a middle-aged housewife far away from her Wal-Mart sweats.  Eva demonstrates some simple model poses on the stairs, they set SBS down carefully and Marlo equips her with a shiny gold prop phone.  Okay Marlo, duct tape, old-timey prop phones… I can almost hear the circus music playing on a loop within her head.  50-Cynt and Eva are trying to create wind with the room service platters, but fail miserably.  The photos are a li’l rough to say the least, but Prison BAE ain’t picky!

Marlo boobs

The next day, the women are all groggy and draggin’ ass.  That’s whatcha get when you twerk your ass off until 4:00 a.m.!  Again – BRAVO… why are we not getting ALL this footage?  Shamea has Kandi and SBS as a captive audience over breakfast, so she uses the opportunity to find out the real dirt on Nene and Prison BAE.  Kandi gives a replay of getting “chewed out” by Nene’s Petco choppers the night before, like she seriously thought she was going to have to Vaseline her face and fight.  SBS gives a recap of how she met Prison BAE, it turns out that SBS, Nene, and Wigs-n-Cigs were all involved in an event that Prison BAE coordinated.  Nene demanded more money for the event and we flash back to six years ago when Nene and SBS had it out.  Ahh… the flashback, before the makeup was matte, the weaves were crafted out of synthetic barbie hair, and Tyrone was still relegated to being a voice on the phone.  This was the “Trump Checks”, “fix your teeth”, “fix your face”, “Petco Choppers”, “car towed at Home Depot”, blowout of epic proportion.  Nene and SBS didn’t talk for about four years after this, so SBS believes this is the “elephant in the room”, to which Nene has been referring.

tyrone phone

Six hours later, they are all makeup-caked, contoured, wig-glue securely dried, and ready to be seen in public.  The Spanish citizens are protesting the government so there’s rioting in the streets and the ladies are wary of the constant police sirens.  50-Cynt starts some weird shit on the party bus of the damned, licking her lips and telling Kandi she would be a wonderful housewife.  50-Cynt, for the love of all that is good and descent, KNOCK THIS SHIT OFF!

The women are meandering around town and 50-Cynt spots a blinged out ham, clothed in leopard print stockings and size 15 Louboutin’s.  It’s an aged ham restaurant and the ladies try some samples, Eva says it smelled like “fart”, and Shamea notes that her ham must have been aged during no-shave November.  Nene is totally freaked at the thought of chomping down the jambon sample, and SBS is reading tonight… “don’t act like you’ve never had old meat before!”  After they eat the rotten jambon, they separate into two gossiping factions.  Kandi, Shamea, and SBS set their HAM-bitions on finding another restaurant with fresher meats and large drinks.

old ham

Eva is left with rotten jambon to pick, she asks Nene why she reacted so strongly to the subject of Prison-BAE and Nene bears her Petco fangs, warning Eva to never mention him in her presence again.

The next day, Marlo tells Nene that SBS isn’t giving her the time of day and Nene uses the opportunity to throw SBS under the fastest moving bus in Spain.  SBS brought Wigs-n-Cigs into her home and she knew about the water bug video and never forewarned her, SBS only rides for SBS … and Prison BAE.  My reunion fodder sensors are perkin’ up!

Meanwhile, in another suite, 50-Cynt decides to mandate a spiritual positivity day and advises the group they will drive 90 minutes to a special location where she will hold a pretend re-baptism.  All aboard the party bus of love, light, and spiritual cleansing.  These beyotches are going to need some boiling water and borax to cleanse their souls!  50-Cynt wants positivity, damnit!  She encourages the ladies to share something uplifting… a poem, blotting papers, duct tape, or…  Kandi breaks out her iPhone voice recorder and sings a few lines from her new song, which is basically “Fuck Fake People, STFU”.

They arrive at Costa Brava, 50-Cynt gives a speech and each woman is handed a candle with a name of the women they most despise and they must say three nice things about their person.  They all smack-down some pretty shady, back-handed positivity, oh and Marlo’s boob pops out of her top.  Where’s the duct tape when you need it?  50-Cynt gets in the water and splashes it on her boobs, more of a morning after “ho-bath” than a spiritual cleansing!

Ho-Bath

Next time – SBS delivers word back to Wigs-n-Cigs, Nene has a crisis, Kandi confronts Wigs-n-Cigs

Stuck in a Moment

Hello RHATL readers – I dunno, I feel as if this was one of those “throw-away” episodes, you know… where the entire production staff decided to take a page out of Ramona Singer’s manual for living your ultimate menopausal life — they have popped a Xanax, calmed all the way down, and phoned it in.  This is one of those eps. where all the meandering, mind-numbing conversation footage is merely prep-work for the last 15 minutes.  However, there is a silver lining in this storm, the last 15 are GOLD!

Ramona xanax

Let’s dive right into the messiness… Sooo, like, everyone who is anyone is organizing some sort of fund-raiser to help out in Houston, TX for the hurricane Harvey victims.  Via unseen footage from the “All Shade, Elephants Stampede Out the Same Dayum Way They Came In, Piss off the Energy Reader Spectacular”, Porsha invited the gang to come support her event, but she was met with long, silent, fake-eyelash blinks.  You know the ones – where the falsies are so heavy, the skanks can’t lift their lids up in a timely fashion.  Shamea of all people calls Porsha and offers to come on down, but Porsha isn’t ready to forgive her for calling out her “vasovagal legs can’t fly coach” disease in front of the Kandi-Koated Klique.

Across town, Cynthia and Kandi meet for dinner, Kenya is a no-show, which violates Addendum XIV, Section 118 (a) of the Friendship Contract!  Cynthia wants to re-hash the “Elephants Stampede, We All Wear White, Never Forget, Tip Your Energy Reader” debacle.  Cynthia feels the reader was way off, but hunni, NEWSFLASH…. your dinner outfit selection is WAY OFF – she looks like she just got roughed-up at a hoedown and she’s lucky to have made it out alive with her Walgreens flip-flops.

Anyhoo – They move on from that hot-topic and Cynthia announces she is planning her own hurricane Harvey relief efforts, but Kandi must decline by way of Riley duty and slipping Cynthia a $20K check.  Kenya calls via face-time and Cynthia must take it out in the parking lot, she comments on how Kenya is also looking a bit rough, as if she recently emerged from some “wifely duties”.  Kenya laughs, wishes her hubby existed, and then declines Cynthia’s request for Houston duty.

On our latest installment of “Love, Before, During, and After Lockup”, SBS is still reeling from her car accident so she’s hangin’ low at the Chateau and the only charitable activity she will be participating in will be accepting this daily call from Prison-BAE.  They exchange their perfunctory remarks and he reminds her to “feed Chunky”, which is not the family guinea pig.  Oh no dear reader, “Chunky” is Prison BAE’s pet name for her ass – he likes big butts and he cannot lie!

Like big butts

She fills him in about the disastrous “Elephants Extravaganza”, but Prison BAE warns, it would behoove Nene to tread her big butt lightly.  He’s got dirt, and we’re talking bona-fide, word on the street, scuttlebutt!  Everybody knows those li’l inmates gossip more than a sewing circle…isn’t that right Counselor Parks?  Ahhhhh – the shade is just too easy with this bunch!  But I digress… Prison BAE has known Nene long before his romance with SBS… apparently, Nene was pursuing him while she was collecting her Trump checks on the “Celebrity Apprentice”.  SBS can’t confirm or deny if Nene and Gregg were separated at that time, but don’t think the back-pain meds have this li’l bone collector slogging on her duties.  She will carefully place this into the “Bone-In Ribeye Remembrance” file.

Later, we see Kandi on Riley duty, which is practice driving in her $100,000 Mercedes jeep-type thingy.  Riley is driving like she owns the road and Kandi is doing typical-mom things, such as fearing for her life.  Sidebar:  Kandi seems to have an inordinate amount of contouring on her nose during her confessional.  Note to makeup artist – BLEND!

As soon as they arrive home, Block calls but cannot converse long.  He is at the hospital with baby-mama #8 awaiting the arrival of his new son.  Kandi puts Riley on the spot to talk with him, but she looks like she’d rather meet Bill Cosby for a drink than get on the phone with her father on camera.  Kandi commends Block for making an effort, but once they are inside the house, we hear Riley break down in tears.  Kandi continues to do some really good mom work here and askes to be de-miced right away.  Heart melting when we hear Baby Ace’s angelic voice call out “RIIILEEEEY!”  He’s no replacement for the adorable and sorely missed Ayden Parks, but viewers have to make sacrifices and Counselor Parks had to be put out to pasture.

So we are on the back-half of this hump of an episode… everyone who is going to Houston has arrived… or have they?  Cynthia, Malorie, Lauren, and Porsha are at day one of their event, decked out in their finest black spandex, passing out Ramen Noodles, and hugs-a-plenty!  Shamea decides to show up out of the blue, but everyone is hospitable and Porsha appreciates that they can put their differences aside for the moment.  Later, at their hotel, Shamea apologizes to Porsha for being insensitive about Porsha’s “condition” that restricts her ankles from flying coach.  They have a pillow fight and hug it out.

Cynthia is busy glamming up for her event and Porsha phones to state they are running late.  Cynthia tells them to take a bird bath, glue their wigs down, and get to the benefit concert so they can raise funds and wayward spirits!  Porsha won’t allow this to be a “mist” opportunity, she donates $5,000 to Cynthia’s event.  As they are all having a wonderful evening, the human hurricane Kenya shows up, to surprise Cynthia because she felt compelled to destroy the good vibes this crew has going for itself.

Kenya is hosting her own event with Habitat for Humanity and Cynthia immediately bails on Porsha, which is in violation of Article IV, Section 1 (a) (iii) of the friendship contract!  Porsha has been demoted to a Real Sidechick of ATL, Cynthia will not be attending her event the next day in lieu of going with Kenya.  Ugh… spineless Cynthia has returned.

Porsha has a successful event the next day, but they run out of food and she has a bit of a breakdown.  Several local restaurants are able to provide more and they ended up serving meals to over 2,000 people.  In a less peaceful demonstration, Kenya is at her Habitat event, cracking the whip and barking out orders like a drill sergeant who hasn’t gotten laid in 28 years.  Shamea plans to attend Kenya’s event in Porsha’s stead, but when she phones Kenya for directions, Ms. Daly gets her “thunderpants” in a bunch and cannot be bothered with such details.  She tells Shamea to find a volunteer, figure it out, less talk, more work, and then she relegates Shamea to trash duty upon arrival.

Cleanup crew

After all the volunteering is done, it’s time for a group dinner from the depths of hell.  The group settles in at a self-serve type barbecue restaurant and since HANGRY Baby Vegans can only eat the side salad, they finish before everyone else and start stirring the shit-pot for dessert!  Lauren kicks it off by expressing their disappointment with Cynthia, bailing on the Real Sidechicks.  Cynthia squashes the “who supported who” war and deflects the focus to the fact that people showed up and they were able to help.  Shamea mentions the ultimate rudeness that is every fiber of Ms. Daly, and you best believe Cynthia put a pin in that one!  Kenya shows up late and can’t order any food because the kitchen is closed, she can’t even have a cocktail because all they serve is beer and wine.  Shamea tries to address Kenya, but she isn’t even acknowledging that another human is speaking to her.  She keeps hollering out for water, again so self-unaware that this is a self-serve restaurant!  Because she is a former Miss USA, an off-camera staff person is bringing her several glasses of water, even with bendy straws!  Shamea calls out for a pitcher so that this THIRSTY BEYOTCH CAN GET HYDRATED AND PAY ATTENTION – PUH-LEAZE!

Pay Attention

Porsha tries to mediate, Cynthia chimes in and tells Kenya she came off as rude.  They are just about out of the woods with this petty argument, Shamea is giving it the “no big deal, I’m fine” treatment, when Cynthia brings it up again – “Shamea you’ve not fine, you’ve been talking about it the whole time we’ve been here!”  UGH, bitch I thought you was spineless!

Girl bye

At this point, Kenya storms out and we hear her talking to the producer in the bathroom – “I don’t give a f*ck about any of these mother*cking HOES!”  Porsha goes after her and Kenya flips off the camera, “THIS IS NOT A MOMENT”.  Oh, but it is, my feisty Pageant Queen!

Kenya angry

Funny side-note:  Shamea needs to use the facilities, and left with no alternative, she sneaks by into the men’s room!  Kenya leaves the restaurant and this time it’s Cynthia who tries to extinguish the rage of Satan’s asshole.  Kenya rolls down the window, tells her “it’s not a moment” and drives away.  Keep on drivin’ as far as I’m concerned, if you can’t do your job – guess what, we’ve got Eva Marcille coming next week!

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The burning question of the hour is this – Where is Nene with her Petco choppers and Trump checks in all this messiness?!?!  Why has no one demanded a doctor’s note from SBS or a marriage license from Kenya?  Get with the program ladies – WE NEED RECEIPTS!

We receive a li’l preview treat of what is left to come this season – Eva Marcille of ANTM fame joins the cast next week.  Prison-BAE and Nene go to war.  Wigs-n-Cigs has a couple more face-off, wig-yanks.  Kenya actually introduces Marc, live in the flesh?  There is some dirt on Will that is “5150 cray-cray”, was he previously or currently dating Eva?  And all sorts of other too-fast-for-my-old-psyche footage!  See you next week, and in case I don’t tell you often enough – THANK YOU FOR READING!

Flirting with Disaster

What better way to kick off this week than to shop for some overpriced doors.  Yes, SBS… this means you!  What in the name of all that is good and decent are you doing spending $8,750 on one door?!?!  Which I might add, doesn’t even include a fabulous knob.  $8,750 could buy some nice commissary provisions for those prison visits, maybe even rent an hourly conjugal trailer.  If SBS wasn’t droppin’ so much coin, I am willing to bet an $8,000 door that the shopkeeper would not have stood their patiently while SBS and Porsha discussed the latest innovation in weave adhesives.  The ladies saunter off into the chandelier nook to re-hash the San Francisco treat trip and Porsha has found a juicy nugget on the internet, so you know it must be true.  Yes, dear reader, Radar Online has reported that SBS is married to her cuddly convict Tyrone.

Meanwhile, Lake Bailey is hosting Kandi and Kenya.  I love how Kandi gives Cynthia’s “cross wall” the side-eye.  The three take seats in the zen den to get down to it.  Cynthia starts with the obligatory “how are you, how was the funeral?” pursuant to section IX, 17(f) of the friendship contract.  After that’s out of the way, she zeros in with laser sharp focus to ask the hard-hitting question, are we ever gonna meet the real Marc?

Cynthia wants receipts

Kenya does the backpedal, twirl, and side-step, but eventually promises Cynthia she will produce receipts.  Speaking of questionable nuptials, Kandi flashes the jailhouse photos of SBS posing in a “wifey” tee-shirt with Tyrone, as if there weren’t enough ambiguous wedding storylines this season.  Somethin’ in the buttermilk ain’t clean.

SBS Wifey

(Photo Credit:  Straight From The A)

Porsha is on a mission to get her groove back.  How many back-alley matchmakers sporting Target knit wrap-dresses does it take to set up this twerkin’ travesty – two, yeah, it takes two baby!  Porsha drills down to what she is looking for – a man who wants a family and she is down with the swirl.  To which matchmaker #2 deadpans, “oh neat.”  The matchmakers demand a tour of the McMans in order to gain insight to what makes Porsha tick.  I can tell you right now what makes this bitch tick, a couple of field mice and some AA batteries.  The wheel may be turnin’, but the hamster is dead.  Porsha reveals two spare bedrooms for a boy and a girl and a playset in the back yard, which came with the house.  She figured she would keep it all intact for the future mini-Porsha’s, not at all creepy.  The matchmakers tell her straight up that the McMans décor will scare off the men and “make their wiener go down”.  I think the first sight of the wall o’ wiglettes in the boy’s nursery will do that on its own.

Porsha heads off for her first blind date with Patrick.  The matchmaker tells her that he’s wearing a grey jacket and jeans and this is already a fashion strike against him.  Guuuurl… she put on her best Spanx for this, he can at least put on a pair of black trousers!  In probably the funniest scene of the night, Porsha walks in to the restaurant and as soon as she sees his bald, shiny head, she does a 180 on her stiletto.  And I know what she’s thinking, if I turn fast enough, he won’t even know it was me and I can beat feet back to the McMans and be in my jammies and up to my elbow in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s by 8:30.  The Bravo Intern hiding under the hostess Pottery Barn podium springs to action and gives her a li’l pep-talk.  As in, this week’s paycheck is contingent on you enduring this unsettling blind date.  Porsha walks over to meet him, sits down, complains that it’s too hot in the restaurant, and chugs a glass of water.  In what world is this man her type?  Clearly, the matchmakers the Bravo Intern found in the yellow pages are unqualified.  Porsha deftly sets up her trap-door and as he flashes his Bugs Bunny teeth, she pulls the ripcord.  My “mom” is “staying with me” and she can’t be alone for more than 30 minutes.  Sake bombs for everyone!  What a waste of an outfit and a wig.

Porsha Dud

In Kandi news, Baby Ace is learning to swim and Kandi is trying to spend more quality time with Riley.  They go indoor skydiving and we learn that Kandi is working too much, she’s never around, and never follows through.  #GOALS!  Hey Riley, get your shit together, you little ingrate!  At least your mom is TRYING to spend time with you and all her bizznizzez will benefit you if you’re sensible.  Now go dip some chicken fingers into some honey mustard with your mama!

Cynthia stops by to see Papa Smurf in a dusty, empty lot, which is the future location of “Bar Two” in ATL.  She owns 25% of this ill-fated bidness venture, but that’s the least of her problems since she utters “Uncle Ben looks steamy enough to boil a hot pot o’ rice”.  Umm… EW!  Apparently, Bar None and Sports Done are doing well, so now Papa Smurf thinks he can take ATL.  Papa Smurf is drooling over her, undressing her with his beedy eyes, all the while she entertains his greezy innuendos.  She hints at having more percentage of ownership and is prepared for a lifetime of sickening interaction with this man if she is to recoup her losses.  Hey, somebody gotta pay da’ rent at the Bailey Agency for Wayward Models.

Later, Cynthia heads out for a sizeable boat double date with Will and Kandi and Todd.  Kandi has already Googled, deployed her OLG word-on-the-street-team, and is prepared to grill Will like a Bubba Burger.  Props to Kandi for lookin’ out for her girl… ATL has a lotta folk who fake it ‘til they makes it!  Todd keeps bringing up Peter, because apparently, he’s not fully over the divorce yet.  As if it wasn’t awkward enough in the confines of the stern of the boat, Kandi brings up the fact that Will has appeared on a Steve Harvey Show episode about dating and a reality dating show.  Will has defenses prepared, the Steve Harvey thing was a year ago and he declined the reality dating show.  We are reminded via montage of how everyone attacked Todd’s motives when he latched on to Kandi’s teet, so I guess it’s only fair.

Mama Joyce on yer ass

Kandi and Cynthia head up to the bow of the boat for some explicitly detailed girl talk.  Cynthia reveals that she and Will haven’t gotten jiggy with it yet and she fears that the sexual tension is so hot, that it’s built up too much, and it might not be good.  Kandi advises her to “check out the thickness of his hands” and that should calm her nerves and quell any misgivings.  Someone has poured Cynthia way too much champagne, or she is a really rusty dater… she proceeds to tell Will everything she and Kandi discussed.  Real smooth… 50-Cyn!

SBS finally has the sit down with her children about the domestic violence she endured while married to Bob.  At first, it’s CRICKETS.  The girls talk a bit more, they love their mom dearly and think she’s super woman, then they hug it out.  Jack Daniels arrives and gives her a gold star for completing her homework assignment.  Her cellphone rings and PRISON-BAE pops up on the display, “um, yeah, life coach… I’m gonna need to take this”.  She makes Jack wait while she talks to Tyrone, we learn that SBS and Tyrone dated several years ago, but he ghosted because he didn’t want to embroil her in his legal predicaments.  Wow, now that’s love.  Jack asks her about the call and she reveals that Tyrone is her boyfriend and, oh were does he live?  He’s in a big house, a lovely joint, Greybar Knolls Estates, a great corner lot, yard view, personal chef, home gym, state of the art security system, and all utilities and cable included!  Let’s toast, shall we, CLINK!  Jack Daniels takes a moment to process this and shake his head in haughty derision.  He cautions her about being in a fantasy land with prison-bae, it may not be all puppies and bacon after the delousing powder settles.  SBS has no fears or doubts, PRISON-BAE is her DESTI-NAE!  With good behavior, they riding down a rainbow on a unicorn in one to four years!

Next week – Kenya and SBS teaming up for the domestic violence coalition, Porsha flirts with a workplace romance, and an OLG uprising.