Last night, I foolishly folded to the millions of commercials for "The Bachelor: The Final Rose." While Chris was fast asleep (or so I thought) I quietly changed the channel from "American Pickers" to "The Bachelor." Holy crap. Talk about cheese.
Brad has no personality; all he has going for him is a hot bod and possibly a good insurance plan. I'm not even going to discuss his back tattoo right now-- So...... the end of the line arrives and he has to choose between bulimic Emily (note-- fresh, new veneers) and cool Chantal with the amazing rack.
Being the consommate optimist, I thought Chantal was a shoe-in. Fun loving, free spirited and very attractive, Chantal possessed a cool confidence that was a perfect opposite to Brad's milk toast aura. But NOOOOOO..... Emily has to slip in, all blonde and what not, like a breath of southern sweet tea and effective anorexia and steal Brad away. Of course he picked her; blah, boring and no zest.
I hope Chantal lands a hot ass millionaire with an Australian accent, a mild obsession for Van Halen, skiing and sweet moves on a guitar.
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Hey Jennie-- so I just posted all of my thoughts about Brad on Carrie's blog. I just have to say that I made cody watch the entire season and last night as it ended, he finished it with "I just threw up a little in my mouth." I'll tell him your sentiments as well.
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