Again, she steals the moment. Arriving at the Gansevort after her getting that hair done, Trixia is pissed Hardy hasn’t complimented her ensemble that evening. Sounding like Dracula (I come to suck your blood) mixed with a Latina twist, she grabs his face begging, “You like my dresssssss? You like my dressssss?”
Watching it I was like “ouch!” - that must have hurt, but that was good stuff.
Me, Maria, Ariel and Trixia. Oh, how the dogs and underdogs stick together. I love Maria and we have a really great time together. We are also, like George, perpetual thinkers of sex and when I tell Maria “I like sexy people and the thing is Ariel isn’t sexy, he’s a bitch,” the cameras pan over to Ariel, hunched over with his potbelly, a plume of his cigarette smoke in the air hovering around his face.
When he proceeds to admire his reflection in the glass saying he looks so hot, he looked anything but! Then when Trixia joined in and the two of them were admiring themselves, that was too genius. I mean ,don’t tell me you really think you looked good?
Okay, till next week. And the only place “Marc My Trainer” has seen me on my back is at the gym. But then again, he is also single now so we will have to see what happens...