WOW. The Bachelor was an overflowing bucket of nutjob tonight, wasn't it, you guys? Is it seriously only Week 2? I feel like I've already spent months with Brad reliving his childhood traumas and hearing him work through his debilitating "commitment issues." Maybe if I was his therapist getting paid $500 an hour to listen to him reexamine his life, I'd be fine with that, but as a lowly blogger, I must say: Brad, I'm SPENT with your problems. Just put on your damn prince crown and play the part. I've got enough on my plate without you getting into the insecurity game!
Speaking of which: What about these women, who went from total strangers to total bloodthirsty balls of tears and terror in the course of a week? Did you know they hold Bachelor casting calls at mental outpatient facilities and under fairytale bridges? Is there an expression like "the claws came out," but where you replace "claws" with "staggering delusions"? Somebody call Timothy Olyphant, because THE CRAZIES have taken over!
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