Episode 4: Hunka Hunka Burnin’ Love
As the nachos melt let’s reflect upon the lyrics of ‘Hey Leonardo’ by Blessid Union of Souls and just bask in the ’90s-ness:
Not because I look like Tyson Beckford
With the charm of Robert Redford …
She don’t care about my big screen
Or my collection of DVD’s …
Not because I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in “Fargo”
I think his name is Steve …
Not because I sing like Pavarotti
Or because I am such a hottie …Not because she’s phat like Cindy Crawford …
Make her laugh just like Jim Carrey
Unlike the Cable Guy …Drink #5: Tecate Micheladas
Lunch: Paul Smith Nachos
Also, Lunch? It’s 4:30.
Peter Burns’ messages. Spiked on red, yellow, and blue pencils.
This whole time we’ve known each other, I never knew you were such a slut!
Liss Rinna looks like a cartoon canarakeet.
I’m going to drop you like a hot potato.
Is it coke?
IS IT COKE?
No. It’s a red pill.
Adderol? Ridelin? ECSTASY!?
What? That you’re doing Alison?
Nice chunk heels, Kimberley.
Peter hired Kimberley at the Private Practice.
Oh honey, cut the drama.
Does anyone know where I can get some PCP?
Chardonnay.
Billy takes Sam on a date. She’s so the new old Alison. Like all lame and shit and before she had so get married to Billy’s wife’s father and was a major alcoholic twice.
There’s that shoe again!
Bonding in a big way.
Amanda with her hair back, full fringe since she’s 70.
McBride Fuckface got shut down after bringing a cake to Amanda!
Matt’s new BF’s vest is williamsburg, 2007/8.
Are you a hustler? No? What the hell. There’s a first time for everything.
Pause.
I’ll get you a beer of wine.
A can of beer?
Oh my god, I’m losing it.
I got two. There are four beer of wine cans.
I was raped, damnit.
Jane just accidentally set some cans of oil on fire with Alison’s new optimum triple play. She gets to her whip and looks up and sees that Alison’s apartment is on fire.
I live in a beer of wine.
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