It's Tuesday night, which means it's Bethenny night. But I think this is my last one. I just watched her have a nervous breakdown because her husband threw her a 40th birthday party that probably cost more than I made last year and then made a speech about how much he loves her and then gave her some huge diamond earrings. Cry me a big fat river, Bethenny. A Big. Fat. River.
What do you think, Shake-Ball? Am I being unfair? Is is time to cut the cord on this one, or should I give her a break for having horrible parents who never showed her love? Be careful, Shake-Ball. This is serious. Hours of my life are up for grabs here.
Answer:
"No hearing, no feeling, but my sir's song, and admiring the nothing of it. So that in this time of lethargy I pick'd and cut most of their festival purses." (Winter's Tale 4.4.612-615)
Interpretation:
I know, I know. You are so right. There is nothing behind this trash. Plus it makes me so lethargic someone probably could come pick my purse if I had it with me on the couch, dangling from my popcorn encrusted hands. You paint a bleak picture, Shake-Ball. Thanks for keeping it real.
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