The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City
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Though we may not have seen it with our own eyes, we know it must have happened.
Those are the only credentials Meredith gives when explaining the plan.
I can already see Merediths veins popping at the reunion as she screams about her fahhmily.
Shes like if an AI bot was tasked with creating a Real Housewife.
Everything she does, she does because she thinks Twitter will call it iconic.
And you, Angie, are no Lisa Barlow.
Mary agrees and refuses to participate, so we see her sit alone in the van.
This might sound equally boring, but that couldnt be further from the truth.
That is strange; that sign says humps.
It usually says bumps, she says to herself, reading a traffic sign.
But the answer is simple, Bravo paid her to be there.
she exclaims, having flown glam in.
She immediately does what anybody would do in a crisis, and calls John Barlow in a panic.
Her issue is twofold: firstly, she hates themed activities, and secondly, she loves her glam.
Its my fucking face, she cries into Merediths arms.
I have glam in Monaco, I have glam in Saint-Tropez, I have glam everywhere I go.
I like to look a certain way when Im out in public.
At this rate, production would have an easier time getting the Tennessee legislature to do drag.
Nonetheless, Monica thinks theyre being wet noodles.
Lisa pushes back, refusing to apologize for herself, which ignites a blow-up between the pair.
I simply dont know a better show.
While all of this is happening inside, Mary is still in the van.
After all, weve seen better drag looks from Meredith in her confessionals.
Meredith is done with this conversation, especially after dealing with pit bull-like attacks from Angie the previous night.
Having heard herself be mentioned, Angie appears out of thin air like Beetlejuice, green hair and all.
But Meredith refuses to engage with her desperation and fully turns her back on her.
The only jab Angie is able to get in is, You look like a trampoline with eyes.
What does that even mean?
Somewhere in Bryan Federal Prison, Jen Shahs ears are burning.
She pauses in the middle of leading her Shah-Mazing Abs class.
Is everything okay, Jen?
a concernedElizabeth Holmes asks.
