Thoughts on The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City season 3, episode 12

Time for an explanation of the black eye!

Wait does Heather really not know what happened?
Please do say a spdier laid poisonous eggs in Heather's eye
Then say you're sick, Heather
Whitney...I feel like Heather thinks you did it
Also, don't the producers know what happened?
This can't be safe
No, roller blades and roller skates are different
Wait so do you know or do you have theories, Heather?
Oop we're talking about Lisa's money
Okay let's not disparage mental health medications
Angie...you brought it up this time
Meredith, you are counting Lisa's money
Lisa, your outfit is not Helen of Troy
That feather metaphor (or whatever it was) was pretty funny
Heather's eye patch is hilarious
These poor models who have to carry in Angie
Oh Angie is Greek
So Lisa, yeah you do talk trash, but Meredith, own that you do too
I would call it a tirade
Although, Heather makes a good point that it doesn't really matter
Do we all love each other?
Heather, you're being confusing about the eye
Oop is Heather afraid?
Just a to be continued again?
Can't wait!

(Prompt by me)

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