Last night on Stylista (yes, I’m watching that trash), one of the gays, Jason, had a complete freak out, because he was so afraid that one of his fucktard teammates would call him out during judging.
It just started out as a rash (it always does) and quickly turned into a full-blown, pube-ripping, tongue biting, panic attack! I mean, this bitch was on the floor having some sort of exorcism! Some hos came to his aid, but other skanks (like that cunt Megan) just sat back and watched. They could have hit him with a dick or shoved a valium up his cooch! Something! The dude was hysterical. I shouldn’t talk, because that’s how I get when the bartender cuts me off at the bar.
Instead of freaking out, Jason should have taken his angst out on that cuntwitch Megan! I just want to smoosh her face into a piece of Play-Do so that I can mold it into a heart and then stomp all over it! She makes me so angry! Every time she comes on the screen, I want to take a dump in my favorite pair of shoes as punishment for willfully watching her fuckery!
In the end, the ambulance people came and carted Jason away to the nearest loony bin. No, he was just taken to the hospital, but showed up right before judging. I was expecting Anne Slowey to say to him, “You’re such a drama queen!” That’s what Miranda Priestley would’ve said.