Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Ding Dong! The Wes is Gone. Which old Wes? The Wicked Wes!

Holy hell you guys, I feel like I need to take a shower after last night and Wes's departure. Obviously I am happier than, to use a Texas saying, "a pig in shit" that Wes is gone. But Jillian and Wes's date, his comments at the rose ceremony and his farewell limo ride made me feel physically dirty. I would like to hope, if I were the Bachelorette and I asked a guy how we would make it work if we ended up together, and his answer was "that bird has no foot" while staring off, that I would kick him in his self-righteous Texan head. I have nothing against Texas by any means, but Wes has done your state a disservice, my southerly friends. And you know who else is absolutely disgusting? His girlfriend Laurel and his ENTIRE family that pretended like he didn't have a girlfriend just to get him some publicity. Absolutely loathsome and abhorrent and all those other words in the thesaurus that describe Wes and everything about him. I hope no one out there buys his stupid album. And I also hope that he gets sued by ABC for breach of contract and they take every little cent his ridiculous album may make him. And then he'll not only be famous in Chihuahua, Mexico, but he'll have to move there.

Look at this priceless picture of Reid's face as Wes is saying he's going to go home and "have a lot of sex:"

What in the FUCK?!

I was seriously hoping that one of the guys was going to punch Wes in the throat as he stopped to hug all of them before he departed. But I guess the fact that none of them did shows how classy the remaining three gentlemen really are. I don't know if I would have been able to stop myself from at lest backhanding Westicles across his "love don't come eaaaasssyyyyy" mouth. Anywho, thank God he is gone. And that's all I'll say about that.

Other random thoughts from this episode:

Jillian, in her voice over before her date with Kiptyn, says that sometimes she thinks Kiptyn is out of her league. Come on. I don't have anything against Kiptyn per se, but he is definitely my least favorite out of the remaining three. Not to mention I think of this Separated at Birth every time I think of Kiptyn:


Kiptyn and Dumbo

Ed - You are still my favorite. But if we ever got together (and I think we could make it work, call me!), we would have a serious rift in our marriage for about half the year. The. Cubs. SUCK!!! Do you hear me?! They are terrible and I can't believe you are a Cubs fan. But still, call me.

1908 was a really long-ass time ago, Eddie.

Finally, has anyone ever thought that the music playing in the background whenever the two are discussing the fantasy suite isn't exactly fitting? All of the veiled references to doing the horizontal tango really make me uncomfortable. I mean, if that's what they are implying with the fantasy suite card, why don't they just make it obvious? The music should fit with the mood of the scene - less violins and flutes and more bow chick a bow wow... right?

That's all for this week! I will be out of the country, blissfully laying on the beach come next week's episode. So hopefully my fellow blogettes can fill in during my absence!

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