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Thoughts on The Real Housewives of Salt Lake City season 3, episode 9

 Time for San Diego?

  1. I'm here for the anti-depressant representation
  2. Why would you want to be the guest of a guest on a trip you're not welcome on?
  3. There are so many tag-alongs this season
  4. I do wonder who the richest one is 
  5. "What do you think you're gonna get out of this trip?" "A migraine"
  6. Yeah...it's weird to be a guest of a guest...maybe you should've said no, Danna
  7. Why did they let Jen get on the mic?
  8. I've never been on a girls' trip either
  9. There are only 6 bedrooms in this huge house?
  10. Like...how much does it matter who is hosting the trip?
  11. Oop, Whitney, spilling truths
  12. Well that was mature, Jen
  13. Jen, you were not trying to be fun
  14. Wow why would you spend that much on a party...you said you planned it
  15. Jen, it's so hard to believe you
  16. If you can spend $15k on a party, you can afford to hire someone to clean up after it
  17. Next time we chuck shoes overboard
  18. Next time Lisa loses it
  19. Next time Jen and Heather break up?
  20. Can't wait!

                                      (Prompt by me)

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