I'm not sure who to blame for my latest television obsession. I think it might be A.B. Or maybe K9. No matter. Unfortunately, I have become hook, line, and sinkered for The Real Housewives of Atlanta, a "reality" show that seriously makes me wonder for the survival of the human race.
As A.B. would say: show puts the "k" in classy, y'all!
There is so much here that if I somehow managed to stay alive until the end of the universe, I couldn't begin to cover the audacious head-scratching wonder of it all.
But let's just say, one of the characters? A dingy ass blonde name Kim? Twenty-nine years old, looks fifty-nine, acts oh-nine?
She spells cat, K-A-T.