For the Love of Bravo

For the sake of all that's holy... Where did the Queen of all things Bravo, Lisa Vanderpump, find the soul-less voids that are the staff of Sur?  I will first address the issue that is Stassi Schroeder.  I will give her this, girl has style.  She can rock a slicked back bun and statement necklace like no one's business. Beyond that, girls got some serious anger/jealousy/narcissistic personality disorder type issues.  What's that?  Your on again off again manchild boyfriend might have cancer? He's at the hospital alone?  Oh, you should totally berate him and point out all of the things he sucks at.  Good call.  Stassi, Satan called.  He wants to know if you're available for some free lance work on his blog...

See?  Bitch looks good.

Moving on...

I never fully understood the word vapid without Katie as a reference.  Thanks Katie.  With that said, listen, we've all been there, right?  You see that bottle of Sun In on the shelf at Rite Aid and before you know it, you're crying into your burnt out bleach orange locks.  But I was 14.  What's your excuse gurl?  Then there are her other issues such as her apparent split personality disorder, eye brow overgrowth issues and her clear and apparent inability to produce any sound that doesn't qualify as a whine.

Next.

Ok.  Listen Jax, if you take a shit load of supplements (roids) and you fuel yourself solely on creotine and chicken fetuses, you're going to develop weird tumor-like bulges on your boobilies.  It's par for the course. Duh. But do you all see Stassi rocking that statement necklace in a pool?  Don't hate. Bitch is fierce.