Dont call the count an old fart/1/ Real Housewives of NYC

Jill and her 2 husbands
Jill and her gay husband Brad are bickering over how her apartment will be decorated. Jill’s regular husband whose name scape’s me, for now, just sits there and shuts up and lets Jill tear Brad a new one and stays out of it.
Jill is pissed at Brad because she tells him he is gonna gay up her place too much, and how everything is thrown at her at once. I would go with what the gay husbands says.
Jill continues her bitch campaign and says she doesn’t like the fabrics Brad likes and she is having an anxiety attack. I cant really criticize this Bitch too much because I’ve been where she is. Jill is a regular Boss Lady, gotta love that Bitch!

Silex
Silex has been too busy all these years chasing their dreams of becoming pets by licking ass to the obnoxious high society douchebags that they forgot all about that crackhouse they were squatting at with their kids so now, finally after all the years of neglect on that condemned house they live in; they finally hire an architect or designer or whatever that fucker was, to come over and fix that shit up. Finally! The designer guy looks like he wants to laugh at these pretentious clowns because he has probably worked in way nicer homes than this sorry ass shack.
Simon starts going into a tangent about the architect being merely a draftsmen who puts Simon’s vision on paper. Simon is such an architectural genius of vision and very insulting!
Then crazy ass Alex starts spewing some bullshit over her and Simon not doing the counters granite because that was so five years ago and if they remodel them that way, then everybody is gonna run out and do their counters in granite also because the last time they remodel that’s what happened and they are the motherfuckers that started that fucking trend. Yeah right bitch, you know damn well ya’ll dint fucking remodel shit since you kicked opened the door in that abandoned Brooklyn crack house. Bravo knew exactly what they were doing when they picked their desperate attention whore dumb ass to be the butt of the fucked up jokes on this trainwreck of a show! HA HA HA!
Simon then starts trying to bullshit everybody that the reason why they dint tear that shit down and remodeling immediately the minute they moved in, is because they are so much better than other people that don’t get the feel of a house first like Silex do. Yeah sure Simon, its because of the feel of the house bullshit not because your broke and couldnt afford to remodel that shit. Maybe if they stopped going on $10,000.00 dollar shopping sprees they could of at least brought that shack up to code!
Then they turn up the obnoxious just to show off to the architect and start their pretentiousness about how they want bookshelves so that their kids who are geniuses, can just grab the fine literature of Dickens and Shakespeare and how other people just have fine books on shelves to show off . Just like Silex!
After patiently tolerating Silex fronting bullshit act, the architect finally has to crack a smart ass remark at Silex since he has to restrain himself from monkey puching each of them in the head, and so instead he says to them ” so you haven’t bought them PlayStation yet?”. Silex has a heart attack and shit themselves just by that remark alone. Alex just cant believe that fucker just asked them that shit.
HA HA HA! Their kids are little hell raisers and so much cooler than their parents! Remember Silex little son in one of the episodes from the last season that little boy was stabbing Bethenny’s boyfriends $30 hamburger, because those little kids kick ass that’s why! And they were all , like, fuck these pretentious bastards I’ll stab that $30.00 hamburger that will teach them! With their screaming and pounding the shit out of a hamburger skills, those kids could be future talented musicians. Oh Shit I am having a vision Yes, people! a vision of the future of Silex’s children! And they are famous talented musicians! And, they dress better than their parents.
HA HA HA!

You sir or madam ,are hilarious!