In which we learn that Carrie and Lily are apparently friends, Miranda is the absolute worst, and Che possesses a complex moral code that includes being anti-rain, anti-homewrecking, and pro-segregation.
Rock and Rambo rally in a hard-hitting contest of wits, tits, and favourite bits of AJLT’s seventh serve and find it far better seen than heard. Down with the sound of whiny bitches whining over trifles, like a bitch; up with the celestial light of couture, the Grand Slam champ of the season.