Alright kids, I know I'm about a week late with this one, but I don't think anyone who reads this blog actually watches the Bachelor anyway and the internet I had been stealing has been pretty much non-existent for the last week or so. I downloaded the last two episodes on iTunes, but apparently they don't let you take screenshots of something that you just paid $2 an episode for. FUCK YOU ITUNES!!! I decided to suck it up and call Comcast to come bring me some internets, so expect a post on this week's actual episode sometime Friday night after the Comcast guy installs all my internets. Without further ado...
Pack your bags and a couple of sequined tops that tastefully reveal a little cleavage ladies because this week The Bachelor is heading to Vegas! Can you feel the excitement? Well I can because it is about as tangible as a punch in the labia! Will Brad drunkenly lose his massive bartending fortune on a single craps game? Will Michelle get so pissed at the other ladies that she says fuck it all and runs off to join a cathouse? Will the two Ashleys devise a daring casino heist using only dental tools, cocktail rings, and a combined IQ of 180 (also a combined weight of 180)? Well gosh golly let's dive in and find out!
First and foremost though, let us briefly pause and check out what hunky ol' Chris Harrison was wearing this week:
Eat your heart out Jeff Probst because hot damn, yes, THOSE ARE ROLL-UP CONTRAST FASHION CUFFS! Chris may be a big picture man with dreamy eyes and a sensitive soul, but he is also a man that knows better than to neglect the details.
