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KiRby
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I mean it always, always stinks but now it will stink even more and make us feel even more post-millennial angst than usual. For a while it seemed like maybe this whole thing was screeching to a halt, which Heidi and Spencer appearing to be on the brink of a break-up. Heidi seemed to be realizing that her do-nothing layabout Fleshbeard boyfriend is a terrible, terrible person and he increasingly seemed disinterested in the modest fame rays he was getting off of her. It was the most awful, wanly haunting depiction of a fake relationship in real decline we've ever witnessed and now? Now?? Now we just have to slog through the miserable shit with ever-boring-a-hole-in-our-souls knowledge that these two thundering idiots are going to fart off into the sunset together for six more weeks of awful, unearned fame. What a shitty ending for us! I was hoping for something far, far better.
Not that the marriage is going to last or anything. At least we'll maybe get to watch it implode next season.
HEIDI: Spencer can you pick up your dirty socks?
SPENCER: What? I want a divorce.
or
SPENCER: Can you hit an E above C?
HEIDI: What? I want a diborce. I mean a D-I-V-O-R... Wait.
SPENCER: Heidi, who were you spelling that for?
HEIDI: What? Pick up your socks.
SPENCER: I want a diborce.
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