Truer words have never been spoken.
Bland looks really red. He is getting ready or red-dy to meet his concubines’ families. Zing! I’m here all week.
AshLee, of the interestingly capitalized name, has been living for this moment or some such nonsense. Yes… “Hey mom and dad! Come meet this man who is also meeting three other sets of moms and dads and revel in the reality! The reality of it all!”
AsHleE thinks Bland is the man “to protect my heart.” I think I should be drunk. Why am I not drunk?
aShlEe’S been thinking about this day “since I was 3 years old.” What the fuck did she just say?
They eat a normal dinner with aShleE’s PaRenTs at a kitchen table stuck awkwardly on the back lawn.
“Bland is, like, making out with other girls and then he, like, makes out with me. And, like, mom, like, do you remember, when I was, like, 4, and you, like, read Peter Rabbit, and I was, like, do you think I’ll ever meet my Mr. MacGregor? And, like, I’m, like, here he is. Like?” ASHLee rambles on at the greatest luncheon she envisioned when she was 5.
AsHleE’s dad looks like a porcupined-version of Cliff Clavin.
We’re now in Seattle with Catherine and her “journey.” Bland catches a fish in the Seattle Fish Market and promptly makes out with it. It’s so spontaneous or incredibly staged.
Bland uses the word “always” a lot to describe how awesome his relationship is with Catherine. “We’re always really boring.” “We’re always suck.” “We’re always contributing to the decline of the universe.”
This is the greatest love story since that commercial I saw about Fiber One granola bars.
Catherine’s sisters exhibit brain function: “You seem like you’re trying to convince yourself that you like him.”
Next stop: Linddddsseeeyyy’s hometown in somewhere Missouri. Her dad’s a two-star general so this means something for The Bachelor that I find too boring to try to comprehend.
Bland puts on an army turtleneck while Lindddsseeyy vocal fries orders at him. It makes me wish that a meteor would crash into my face.
On Friday, I watched the movie The Sessions. I highly recommend it. It’s been so long since I’ve watched a movie that made me feel something and made me actually care for the people in the story.
This episode of The Bachelor is the opposite of that feeling.
Lindssseyy’s house has a gun/spice rack. Her mom also vocal fries.
Bland asks for Lindsey’s father’s permission to penetrate his property and *yawn*…story about paratrooping and I’ve gone deaf and sure, here’s your blessing and my lack of caring is like that time I went paratrooping.
There’s an hour left.
I would like your blessing to not watch the second hour.
Thanks for nothing.
Now we’re in Desiree’s sweet hick hometown of LA.
They meet each other in spandex because. . . LA.
Time to meet the fam. An ex-boyfriend shows up instead. He declares his love. “I’ve texted you,” he facebooks. And it feels…LA. Not like this guy is trying to break into acting and shows up at an opportune moment to get his ass-face on TV or anything.
I think I’m going to bed.
But then I will miss why I titled this post the way I did.
Oh it’s a joke. And it’s funny?
Her family shows up. Her mother seems high. Desiree’s brother Nate is the one who sayeth: “This is, like, stupid almost.”
Wrong, bro. It’s, like, all stupid.