Housewives Of D.C.

OK. So the other night I was watching the Housewives of D.C. Yes, I know. Not my finest moment. But you never know what's going to happen on these housewives shows. They're train wrecks and I'm always up for a train wreck. Last Thursday night, when the first episode of the DC bitches came on, we were introduced to a veritable prick, with little prickettes in the making.

You arrogant, supercilious, patronizing, pompous little shit. I find you offensive. Now, in your most condescending British ahhhk-cent, repeat ahhfter me: "I flew to North Carolina and I drove back. And every time I looked out the window I could've sworn I saw someone playing a banjo." Jackass. Yeah. We eats dirt here in North Carolina too. And we all wears cowboy hats and drives pickup trucks and we goes to family reunions to pick up dates. Banjo playing, indeed.