Showing posts with label mauricio is mine and the sooner you realise it the better. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mauricio is mine and the sooner you realise it the better. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Downloading Fun

I'm at the St. Louis Bread Company (Panera) taking advantage of their free Wi-Fi and glacier quick downloading! Itunes is where I get most of the Housewives episodes and it is taking forever. In the meanwhile, here are some Mauricio pictures I grabbed a couple of weeks ago. 
Merry Christmas!


And my favorite facial expression by a Housewife EVAH!!!! Thank you, Cameel!



Monday, November 22, 2010

Man Meat Mauricio


Since I won't be done with the recap until tomorrow, here is what we've all been waiting for, what Cameel salivates over every lonely night and Kyle gets to gnaw on at breakfast, lunch and dinner, Mauricio! 

I was thinking about it today and I think that Bravo owes us for swallowing all the 'entertainment' they send our way, the Jill Zarins, the Salahis, the Mallard Mouths. They owe us BIG and I would like to see them start with an entire day of hot men chosen by us, the loyal viewer. You know who I want. Who would you ask Miss Andy to oil up and put on display? It's nearing Christmas. We've been good!

Saturday, November 20, 2010

80s Mauricio!

He loves music. He loves the Latin rhythms of his native Meh-he-coh. 



Then one day, while listening to Lisa Lisa & The Cult Jam, he happened upon this siren on the beaches of Cancun.


They shared some ludes and washed it down with Mezcal and caught Back to the Future at the local movie house where they made out and Mauricio ran his fingers through her excitingly multi-hued tresses. He moved to New York with her where he became the next Donald Trump and she paid German nannies to carry their babies. Meanwhile, Kyle married Simon Barney, thereby saving him from a lifetime of misery from Tamra.

everybody wins!


Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Recap: Malice In Blunderland


I swallowed another turd, you guys. But when I make a mistake, I can admit it. Being able to say that you are wrong is a sign of maturity, unlike say, throwing a party on your daughter's 4th birthday FOR YOURSELF. It's official, Stretch has moved into Dun-yelle territory and just like that! We have another Beverly Hills villain. Camille- lonely no more!