You’ll hear about how Brian masturbates to love and learn that Tyra Banks is actually a gigantic muppet, like Big Bird. The intricate pulley system responsible for her movement—as well as the number of men working inside her—is mind-blowing!
1. Other than turning multiple cameras on human garbage of the “fairer sex”—these girls are grosser than the tampons they soil each month—the show lacks a through-line. For the next season of The Bad Girls Club the Bad Girls should work in a children’s cancer ward.
When I first got here I thought Tommy was real—we cliqued. I had never cliqued with a six-year-old before. But after that shit he pulled—not having my back… I don’t care if he has Leukemia—his ass is fake!
2. One cast member should be a female Mixed Martial Artist. I’d love to see some combinations thrown, a single-leg takedown, an armbar—because the hair-pulling gets old. There are more effective methods of combat.
3. A loaded gun must be accessible at all times in the house—especially when the Bad Girls get back from the club.
4. Someone must hang herself in front of the rest of the cast. It should probably be the “fakest” Bad Girl.
I ain’t cleaning up that fake bitch’s dead body! That bitch was always leaving her shit around! Nasty.
It’s like The Simpsons. I don’t let my children watch The Simpsons. You know, I’ll tell you this: For me, that show was the original dumbing-down of America. Oh my God! Are we that stupid? You know what I mean? And I don’t let my children watch it, man.