Where The Hell Was Dionne Warwick Last Night?!!

Donald Trump and the producers of Celebrity Apprentice are wrong for making us sit through all 666 hours of last night’s finale without delivering at least one quote of wisdom from the bump on my log (that didn’t sound right) Dionne Atwarwithallthosehussieswick! As pretty much expected, Jabba the Trump (SPOILER ALERT) fired Marlee Matlin and burped out that John Rich was the winner of Celebrity Apprentice. How do you say “fuck this shit” in sign language? You know who would know? Dionne Warwick! But she was M.I.H.H.A. (missing in hussy hating action)!

Donald Trump never explained why the true star of the show wasn’t at the finale. Nobody brought it up! They didn’t even cut to a live stream of crusty old Dionne huffing at the lukewarm madness from the comfort of her stained La-Z-Boy in her TV room. There was no mention of the grouchy bat who gave that show life! That’s like going to a Catholic mass where the priest never brings up Jesus’ name!

When Trump asked everyone who should win, I really needed to see Grandma Dionne lower her shades and throw a coward-killing cut eye while saying, “None of these trollops! Now where’s that hot supper I was promised?” When Star Jones accused NeNe Leakes of attacking all the black females on the show, I really needed Dionne to pull a switch out of her extra-large cardigan pocket and spook the silence into both of those hyena heffahs. When Marlee, John Rich and a chorus of signing children performed a cheese-jerker of a song, I really needed Dionne to slap one of those kids on the head after thinking they were flipping her off.

Beautiful bitchy moments. That’s what Dionne is for…and sadly she wasn’t there to provide any.

Celebrity Apprentice: Where Was Dionne Warwick When We Really Needed Her?

The hot cloud of rage that Meat Loaf spewed at Gary Busey last week must’ve wafted up NeNe Leakes’ rotated nostrils last night, because she hit the bell and went after Detective La Toya Jackson with a vengeance. Before all of this went down, the women’s team won the challenge over the men’s team even though La Toya’s leadership skills were as broke down as Mark McGrath’s corroded nostrils (there really are a lot of fucked up nostrils on that show). During the challenge and in the board room, NeNe let it be known to everyone that she’s not a fan of Bubbles’ godmother and thinks La Toya is just putting on a precious little princess act. When Trump dismissed them after their win, NeNe pulled out her nuts and nearly blew the silicone cartilage out of La Toya’s nose.

NeNe kept calling La Toya “Casper” and said that she’s only famous because of her last name. This coming from a bitch who is famous for absolutely NOTHING. Don’t get me wrong, I want NeNe to narrate my funeral because she’s such a bitch, but she committed an illegal act when she went after the forever precious Detective La Toya for pretty much no reason. NeNe only puffed her chest, because she’s trying to be the resident bitch now that grand daddy cunt Dionne Warwick is gone. But if Dionne was there, she would’ve shut down that Alice the Goon looking ho down with the wave of a finger and the slight flare of a nostril. NeNe needs to stay sitting and know her place before Dionne pops her head through one of the ceiling tiles to say, “You a coward, baby.”

And besides that, Detective La Toya is not the one EVER. La Toya’s got her monocle out and she’s going to get to the bottom of the skeleton’s in NeNe’s closet. She’s going to find some shit out. I can’t wait for next week’s episode when Detective La Toya destroys NeNe by revealing that she was really born a Dominican boy named Neethanel Fugas.

QOTD: Niki Taylor Better Watch It

I will not disagree with anybody who says that Gary Busey is a grand master of poetry whose language skills are so advanced that only Teletubbies truly know what he’s saying (and vice versa). If NBC published the transcript of every episode of Celebrity Apprentice it would be filed into the American poetry section of your local library and that’s partly because of the trailer mix of words that come flying out of his mouth. Well, technically they hit his bumper teeth, bounce off of his tonsils and then they come flying out of his mouth.

Like at the beginning of last night’s episode, Gary shook the hand of the CEO of Camping World and said, “I know nothing’s free, but my heart to your heart is free. Did you hear that?” POETRY! So beautiful it should be etched into crack rocks. And then Gary left Ivanka Trump completely hypnotized when he dazzled her with one of his homegrown acronyms (example: FREEDOM = Facing Real Exciting Energy Developing Our Miracles). GARY (Geezer Ass Rascal Yapping) is amazing! Not only does he have the face of Fire Marshall Bill, but he spits out the fiery truth too!

With all that being said, the quote of the night belongs to Ms. Dionne Warwick! Dionne Warwick is your run of the mill grouchy old bitch who doesn’t give a fuck today and definitely won’t give a fuck tomorrow. So Dionne spent 3 hours browsing for placemats and didn’t come up with anything. She don’t give a fuck! So everybody on the team is mad that Dionne hates deaf people. She don’t give a fuck! But Dionne did give a fuck last night when she got in project manager Niki Taylor’s face and had a few suggestions for how the team should be run. It ended with Dionne blurting out the line of the night: I’VE GOT YOUR NUMBER, HUSSY!

“I’ve Got Your Number, Hussy!” should really be the name of Dionne’s comeback single. I thought “hussy” died with the plague, but Dionne brought it out of its casket and gave it new life! I swear, I just want to piss Dionne off (which isn’t hard) so she can call me a HUSSY (Harlots Undermining Sassy Sexy Yodelers).

And let’s really end this post with a BANG in the form of Detective La Toya’s trailer outfit from last night.

She looks like an Appalachian child hooker circa 1991 who is off to Las Vegas for a better life.