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Top Five Relationship Lessons as Taught to us by Reality Television
Monday, February 14th, 2011
5) Cheating ruins a relationship forever. For a timely example, see Sammi and Ron from Jersey Shore. If you discover your significant other has a jump off, cut and run. Under no circumstances should you decimate your pride by going back for even one sesh of break-up sex. Don’t fucking tell me you love him, weak-ass bitch.
4) The following advice applies to all relationships. Look at what people do, not what they say. Tori Spelling failed to apply this rule. Dean talked a lot of love-at-first-sight woo to lure Tori. However, many believe his decision to leave his wife, son, and newly adopted daughter to opportunistically seize fame and exploit a dim-witted heiress of dwindling celebrity better reflects his true character. Now she’s surprised about relationship problems? Actions determine character. See also, Scott Disick and Kourtney Kardashian, and any of the hot-ass messes from Teen Mom.
3) Please don’t EVER film your fucky times. See Kim Kardashian, Kendra Wilkinson, Danielle Staub, and the OG of the celeb sex tape, Paris Hilton. While some consider this a catapult to notoriety, unless you are fucking someone noteworthy, you’ll only be famous to his friends for your “technique.”
2) Protect precious possessions from the vengeful. JWOWW and Tom, Ron and Sam, The Bad Girls Club – all these kids got their belongings trashed. Don’t be naïve. Lock your shit down before you start a war, and if you pick a fight, be prepared to finish it.
1) Marinating bad feelings in liquor intensifies rather than alleviates tension. See Bethenny, Ramona, Snooki, Austin Armacost, and Tami Roman from Basketball Wives for shameful examples of messy drinkers. Slurring, stumbling, puking, instigating bar fights, removing heels, hooking up with questionable fugsters, and showing your ass in public are all fucking dignity issues. Remember, there is nothing more repulsive than a sloppy-ass drunk.
Smooches to all of you this Valentine’s Day! Muah.
Tori and Dean: Curried Donna Martin
Tuesday, June 8th, 2010
The goat finally arrived, and I’m guessing Mr. Goat Breeder here failed to disclose just how mean and unruly Donna Martin will become when she hits her teen years. I hope the cameras are rolling when Donna Martin chews through her first pair of Louboutins.
Liam channeled Sean Penn and assaulted a paparazzo.
Tori took “stylist” Marcel with her for her (free product placement) wedding dress shopping. Wedding dresses are so fug; it’s a rare woman that can successfully rock a white dress. Tori looks like shit all the time because she relies on the opinion of her gays instead of one honest woman. Gay men have their place in the styling lexicon, but become overly reliant on their advice and your style will suffer. A man, no matter how gay, is not a woman, and there are some things a man can never truly understand. Keep a really honest female friend around for wedding dress shopping.
Tori and Dean flipped through photos of their original Fiji nuptials looking for inspiration for their requisite reality show vow renewal. My vow renewal fatigue has developed into full blown exhaustion.
Patsy arrived and threatened to curry Donna Martin.
Patsy’s the only grounded influence these kids know. It’s a shame she’s not around more often to discipline Liam’s rotten little ass.
Tori decided to spray paint old motorcycles yellow and use them as decorations at the ceremony. She labors under the delusion she’s a master party planner, but her artsy crafty approach is more seventh grade than Seventh Avenue. 
Tori relied on Marcel to procure three looks for the renewal: one for arrival, one for the ceremony, and one for the after party. Three looks is excessive, especially when one was fug, one was mediocre, and one was not event-appropriate. 
Tori got her make-up did. Note to brides, red lipstick does not usually photograph well unless it’s editorial. Even though you may have fantasies about the perfect red lip, avoid dark lipstick on your wedding day or risk looking like Ronald McDonald in your pictures. 
Randy and Candy showed up and posed with Tori’s fug dress.
Tori’s minge came perilously close to acting as her maid of honor.
Dean and Tori emoted their vows in the vain hope a casting agent might see and offer them another Lifetime movie. 
Just as the ceremony began to really suffer under the weight of its own blandness, Liam dropped trou adding a little levity.
Dean sealed a kiss on his retirement portfolio as the totally disinterested audience shifted their weight from foot to foot looking for the bar.
The Guncles pulled Tori and Dean aside and dropped news of a possible impending adoption. Do I smell a spin-off? These two do seem like they would make good parents (a fuckload better than Bori and Mean). Mazel gentlemen.
At the reception, Tori broke out her post-ceremony caftan, and Dean tried not to step on it as they danced for the cameras miming what happy couples look like.
The next day, Tori revealed the new living room and the family gathered to watch a movie. Stella aptly concluded this stank boring-ass season by busting a fart while the credits rolled.
Tori and Dean: Chateau La Poo
Tuesday, June 1st, 2010
We caught up with Tori and Dean playing another round of torment the chicken. This week, birdie bath time!
Bitch, it’s a chicken not a baby!
During fowl bathing, Dean secured Tori’s acquiescence on a weekend getaway without the kids.
Dean, still unable to let go of his Sons of Anarchy dreams, invested in a mint green trike for Tori. He called it “chic.” Beware of straight men who toss around the term chic.
Mehran, Stella, and Liam trashed Tori’s closet while the two took a ride.
Liam woke up wet from his nap and proceeded to rub his pee-drenched ass into the sofa while he relished working the smell of urine into the velvet.
Later, Dean rounded up the kids for a trip to Neil Lane to pick out a free product placement ring for Tori. He let the kids choose, and somehow they magically agreed.
Liam helped his Mom pack for the surprise weekend getaway, but he couldn’t carry the bag. That pussy really needs to start working out.
Tori and Dean left the kids with the Guncles and took off for their one-on-one time.
Tori feigned surprised when they pulled up in front of Chateau La Rue — the scene of their disastrous foray into running a B&B.
Back at the Guncles‘, Stella dropped a deuce in the tub during communal bath time. Mayjah party foul.
Tori and Dean reminisced about simpler times while silently contemplating all the decorating changes made by the new proprietors.
The next morning, Dean roused Tori at the butt crack of dawn to take her on a hot air balloon ride.
Tori nearly shit herself at first, but in time she mellowed into the experience.
After the balloon ride, Dean tried to improve Tori’s cooking with a couples cooking class. 
For the first time all season, the two seemed to actually enjoy each other. Tori even managed to control her compulsive need to over check on the children.
The next morning at breakfast, a few (actors pretending to be) aged and wise couples dropped relationship advice on Tori and Dean. 
Ironically, immediately after the impromptu breakfast marriage counseling sesh, Dean drug Tori on another fucking motorcycle ride. Why must he persist with the fucking motorcycles? She doesn’t fucking care about motorcycles. Stop trying to make motorcycles happen douche!
Dean presented the ring to Tori while spouting fromage right out of one of his movie of the week scripts. 
He proposed. After all, what is a reality show today without the requisite vow renewal?
As a final surprise, out came the kids and the Guncles for an afternoon family picnic.
After lunch, the family went frog spotting on the dock and talked about all the fun times at Chateau La Rue.
Next week, on the season finale, in addition to the inevitable Liam temper tantrum, we get to enjoy a side order of the elusive Randy Spelling at the lame McDermott vow renewal.
Tori & Dean: You can diaper a chicken…..
Tuesday, May 25th, 2010
Bori and Mean cooked up a particularly contrived episode this week by challenging each other to lame activities geared towards conquering each other’s fears. Side note: Tori modeled the world’s fugliest top.
A subplot this week revolved around redecorating the family room. This too takes the form of a dare when Mean challenged Bori to stay on budget, and Bori in turn challenged Mean to stay out of the design process. Dean drafted a contract and signed it in blood.
One part of the design process both could agree on was knocking down a wall and replacing it with French doors. 
Tori and Mehran decided that the salon was the most appropriate place to hold their Little Maven biznass meeting. The stylist looked thrilled.
Not perfect, but a vast improvement.
Meanwhile, Dean attended the dance class that Tori signed him up for in an attempt to face his fear of dancing in public and “get in touch with his body.”
Some fears should not be overcome. Fear is a gift designed to protect, and in this case Dean removed the only barrier separating him from humiliation.
Tori drug Mehran to some abandoned haunted hospital to face her fear of things designed to scare her. 
The two brave adventurers congratulated themselves before taking their color coordinated asses back to the kitchen to mock Dean’s dance routine.
Later, Tori and James decided to diaper Coco the chicken.
Yes, diaper the chicken.
Coco clearly objected.
Dean had an epiphany at the track (aka no endorsement deals came through) and decided he would only ride on track days and not professionally.
Back at the house, Liam made a mess with the paint and shit his pants while Tori and James debated colors.
Dean returned home to a new living room and dropped the track days news on Tori. Her response was guarded, but optimistic.
Stella got ready to visit animal jail, otherwise known as the San Diego Zoo.
A polar bear rattled the loose cage on the new exhibit and for a second I hoped the bear would spring forth and slaughter a by-standing Denise Richards, but that would actually make this show interesting and would therefore never happen.
Anyone who has been to the relentlessly hilly San Diego Zoo resented this celebrity carting around nonsense. I’d like to see this skinny bitch push a double-wide stroller up those hills like all the other Moms.
Bori terrorized the giraffe.
Episode Highlight: Liam on snakes, “I like snakes, yes they tickle my hair and my wiener and they love me.”
After the zoo, Mehran offered to watch the the kids with Scout while Tori and Dean went out for dinner. This “surprise date” was obviously planned well in advance since all these reality shows have to get permission to film. 
Tori texted throughout dinner which rightfully pissed Dean off. After she put down the phone, the two awkwardly stared at each other proving the only thing holding these two together is the kids.
Liam behaved like a little angel while they were away.
Bori and Mean vowed not to go to bed angry, and so they doused the fire on the day’s dispute and smooched it out.
However, with these two, just as one fire dies out another ignites.
Tori & Dean: Liam’s Third Birfday
Tuesday, May 18th, 2010
Tori and Dean started the episode bickering over the scale of Liam’s 3rd birthday party. Tori planned a thirty-five kid “homegrown” back yard party and rationalized the overblown affair by arguing she’d actually be saving money. In addition to the requisite bouncy castle, there were discussions of elephants, cows, and chickens. Tori and Liam settled on a theme: super hero.
Tori interrupted complaining to Patsy about Dean to ask Liam to get away from the dog bowls. Liam, tells her no and persisted in admiring his reflection in the dog dish while luring Stella into his toddler rebellion.
Like most of the straight men in Tori’s life, Liam totally disrespected her and continued to blatantly disobey her despite her repeated admonitions. Grow a pair with your son too Tori.
Dean put on his spectacles to studiously prepare for his single camera comedy dream role audition while Liam pitched a dick fit at the imaginary grocery store. 
Dean’s solution was to take both carts away and yell at his kids. What the fuck did Stella do? Let Stella have both carts and tell Liam to fuck off.
Always on the hustle, Tori auditioned for a voice over for a mattress commercial. Pas chic Tori, pas chic.
Tori indirectly called Dean fat and lectured him on the importance of keeping in shape for his craft. The conversation ended with her ordering him out for a jog.
Cut to speakerphone and a camera crew on Candy Spelling. Liam invites Candy Gram to his party for Superman cake before requesting a conference with her dog Madison.
Dean took Patsy for a ride. As a result of this episode, she’s going to get a lot of Dykes on Bikes fan mail. Post-ride, Dean attacked Tori over the hummus carrot planters she prepared for Liam’s class. The carrot to hummus ratio was seriously off.
Dean accused Tori of showing off with her intricate sweets and trying too hard to appear “normal.” 
That struck a nerve, and she definitely didn’t want that insecurity offered up to camera. 
She returned the barb with some stank eye before retreating to Patsy. Dean returned later to apologize and blamed his dickery on resentment over Tori not wanting to ride his stupid fucking motorcycle. Get over it douche, what a pussy-hurt little bitch, jeesh.
Liam served up a side order of tantrum with dinner while everyone once again pretended his stalemate with mac-n-cheese was cute.
Tori complained about the paparazzi and said they made her protective of her children. If she’s so fucking protective, why does she exploit them for her reality show?
Liam can’t resist the opportunity to pillage the village.
With all her self-proclaimed party planning prowess, it still didn’t occur to Tori that a three year old would bring an accompanying adult. Thirty-five children + thirty-five adults + ten hangers-on = a fuckload of people. Dean’s right, Tori’s party planning for a three year old is out of control. At that age, three to five kids is plenty. After all, do you remember your third birthday?
Surprise, surprise, Dean didn’t get the part. Hand me a hanky. 
Dean pulled himself together for a visit to the baby animal depot. After selecting some weird looking fancy-ass chickens, Tori put a deposit down on a baby goat. This unrealistic idealization of farm life will literally butt them in the ass when that goat gets a little bigger, Trust. How long before the Hollywood hills coyotes munch those poor defenseless chickens? 
Dean felt sorry for himself as Tori tried to give him a pillow pep talk. After an awkward stab at pity sex, the two tried to get some rest before Liam’s big 0-3.
Super Douche!
Candy brought an afternoon delight. Tori took her straight over to the food table where Candy critically surveyed the scene before the whole party was forced to endure another Jumpits performance. 
The Jumpits lick balls. Get Jenni Pulos from Flipping Out to do a number next time. She killed at Chloe’s birthday.
Liam rounded out his third birfday by finger fucking the cake.
Tori & Dean: Hands, Man.
Tuesday, May 11th, 2010
This week, on the world’s most boring wedding planning show, Tori buried her resentment in floral arrangements and cake tasting as Brandy’s event preparation hit a fever pitch.
Brandy wanted orchids while Tori and James had other ideas.
Tori broke about every commandment of wedding planning. She envisioned an outdoor ceremony, but didn’t consider an indoor back-up plan.
Not sure why the thought didn’t occur to them while they were mapping out the indoor space, but whatever.
With his racing career temporarily on hold, Dean tried to coax Liam into forming a band.
Liam suggested calling the band Hands. Hands, man.
Tori channeled all her marital resentment into a pretty unremarkable flower arrangement sampling to present to Brandy.
What would Jeff Leatham say about this?
Brandy thankfully chose something tasteful and simple.
Dean delivered the results of his MRI to Tori who’s response could be characterized as mildly sympathetic at best.
Tori denied that she was pissed off, but she seethed underneath mentally tallying all the additional work his wounded paw would create for her.
Dean made some excuses and in the end Tori walked out and called him stupid. That’s my girl.
Later on, Glenn the Baker brought over some wedding cake samples. Dean took the opportunity to bash Tori’s “famous” red velvet cake. By the way brides, fondant’s nasty.
The little asshole finger-fucked the cake.
Finally! Too many fucking white people in this show.
Cut that bitch Pasty, cut him.
How much of this shit is Brandy getting for free? Neil Lane bands? Cosmetic dentistry? Wedding gowns? Bridesmaid dresses? Flowers? The locale? I saw product placements for every single one of these items. Guess that’s one way to subsidize your wedding.
Mehran, butt the fuck out. Jesus Christ.
He’s the Persian, gay, male Jill Zarin.
Would you honestly trust this fucker with your wedding rings?
Tori nearly shits her pants over the florist’s failure to bring orchids. Tori broke another wedding planning commandment by failing to put that shit in writing. Skills for life people, draft a written detailed agreement signed by both parties. It’s called a contract. Look into it.
Stella and I both feel the same way about weddings.
Werk.
Do we like the parental sandwich?
Tori served a little Donna Martin.
smooch.
Faking it at the afterparty.
Raise the roof.
James mimics Tori’s boob job.
Tori and Dean wrapped things up in the pedicure chair waxing poetic about the future of their relationship. You may have heard they renewed their vows last weekend and Candy Spelling was in attendance. Tori thinks the solution to all of life’s problems is to throw a party, but all that silicone has gone to her head if she thinks a vow renewal will save her sham marriage.
TORI GROWS A PAIR
Monday, May 3rd, 2010
Let’s not pretend we care about the first half of the show which focused on wedding planning, flower arrangements, and motorcycle race prep. Tori spent most of this time listing stressors and spreading anxiety. Even more irritating, none of her responsibilities seemed particularly stressful relative to demands of a non-celeb life.
Advice to Mehran: stay the fuck out of Tori and Dean’s marriage if you value your relationship with Tori. Nothing good can come from a meddling queen. 
How many fucking Tori Spelling puns are we going to have to endure? First STORI Telling and now Unchartered TerriTORI, enough already, jeesh.
Little Asshole.
Did he think the Guncles would keep a secret from Tori? Maybe he was secretly hoping they would break the news to her and save him the trouble. 
Dean looked super pissed that Tori missed his race until it occurred to the calculating fuck his leniency regarding her absence could soften her reaction to his secret almost-injury.
Tori, this red is not good for you. Harsh sauce. 
Dean pulled the ultimate pussy move by showing up to the press line with his arm in a sling without warning Tori first. If he was able to race a bike he could have slipped his sling off for the press line, but whatever. Tori seethed under a fake happy veneer as reporters shoved microphones in her face. Dean’s nose turned unusually red as he unctuously greased the press line avoiding her stank eye.
The next morning Tori grew a pair of Spelling-size nuts and finally confronted Dean venting all her feelings about his recent shenanigans including: his failure to equally shoulder the parenting responsibilities, his mid-life crisis motorcycle racing obsession, his failure to address other priorities while distracting himself with motorcycles, his anger issues, his inability to balance his time, and his lack of commitment to acting. Finally! She’s never more likable than when she’s giving Dean hell.
Nice UGGS douche.
On a roll, Tori informed Dean that he’s been less involved with the family and the kids since he’s been so focused on his little hobby.
She accused him of being disinterested and less present emotionally, and surprisingly she asserted herself when she normally would have caved to his defensive manipulations.
In the end, Dean’s no fool. He knows where his bread is buttered. He might have pushed his sugar mama a little far this time, but he had enough sense to humble himself, conveniently smoothing things over in time for the episode close. 